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'Yes, maybe you can, he repeated more briskly. Let us let us see let us think that d fellow! my head! 'You're not well, uncle? 'Oh! yes, very well. We'll talk in the evening I'll send for you. I found Wyat in the next room, and told her to hasten, as I thought he was ill.
The murderer may repent the blow when dealt; the thief may desire to restore the gold he has purloined; the barterer of his soul may rue his bargain; but they are Satan's, nevertheless. You are mine, and nothing can redeem you!" "Woe is me that it should be so!" groaned Wyat. "Lamentation is useless and unworthy of you," rejoined Herne scornfully. "Your wish will be speedily accomplished.
As Milly and I were conjecturing what it might mean, and before the five minutes had expired, Mary Quince entered. 'Wyat bid me tell you, Miss, your uncle wants you this minute. When I entered his room, Uncle Silas was seated at the table, with his desk before him. He looked up. Could anything be more dignified, suffering, and venerable?
"It is too long a story to relate now," said Wyat; "but the sum of it is, that I have escaped, by the aid of this damsel, from the clutches of the demon. Our escape was effected on horseback, and we had to plunge into the lake.
"I sent for the cardinal to request him to lay before your majesty these two letters from Anne Boleyn to Sir Thomas Wyat, that you might judge whether one who could write thus would make you a fitting consort. You disbelieved my charge of levity yesterday. Read these, sire, and judge whether I spoke the truth." Henry glanced at the letters, and his brow grew dark.
"She has just ridden forth with the king, to hawk in the park," replied Wyat moodily. "For myself, l am ordered on a mission to France, but I could not depart without entreating your forgiveness for the jeopardy in which I have placed you. Would I could take your place." "Do not heed me," replied Surrey; "I am well content with what has happened.
'I'm blessed, said she, laughing, 'if he hadn't his thumb to his nose, and winding up his little finger, the way he does with old Wyat L'Amour, ye know; and you may be sure he said something funny, for Jim Jolliter was laughin', with his pipe in his hand. 'I wish I had not seen him, Milly. I feel as if it were an ill omen. He always looks so cross; and I dare say he wished us some ill, I said.
"You will only expose yourself to risk, and fail to deliver him," rejoined Tristram. "Fenwolf has the key of his cell. Nay, if you are determined upon it, I will not hinder you. But you must find your own way out, for I shall not assist Sir Thomas Wyat." Motioning him to silence, Mabel crept slowly, and on the points of her feet, towards Fenwolf. The key was in his girdle.
"Three days!" muttered Wyat. "The false juggling fiend promised her to me on the third day." "Fear not; Herne will be as good as his word," said Fenwolf. "But will you go forth with me? I am about to visit my nets. It is a fine day, and a row on the lake will do you good." Wyat acquiesced, and followed Fenwolf, who returned along the passage.
At the close of the repast, of which she sparingly partook, Mabel was conducted by Morgan Fenwolf into a small chamber opening out of the great cavern, which was furnished like the cell she had lately occupied, with a small straw pallet. Leaving her a lamp, Fenwolf locked the door, and placed the key in his girdle. How Sir Thomas Wyat was visited by Herne in the Cell.
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