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were q beast he was about to buy.
and then he went on. Il have sent
! for you, Master Francis" he SAID dry
ly. fixing his piercing eyes on tnine.
because I think that his country ooe
not suit your health. You confOeua.
but you conform with a bad grace. aad
England is no longer the place for
| such. You incite the cOmmOnalty
against the queens allies. and Eag-
land is not the place for such. Do not
contradict me. I have heard you my
self. Them" he continued. grinAv
thrusting out his jaw in a SOU sxntie.
you misname those whom the queen
honors. and were DIR. Stephens-yo4
take me. Master Malapert?-sucA Q
mar as his predecessors you would =
the word. For a trifle scarce weightier
| Wolsey threw a man to rot six years In
a dungeon, boy!"
/ changed color, yet not SO much In
fear-though 1t were vain to say I aid
not tremble-as in confusion. I had
called him DR.. Stephens indeed. but
1t had been to PetronilIa only. l stood.
no knowing what to say. until he. after
lingering on his last words to enjoy
my misery. resumed his subject. THAT
is n good and sufficient reason
mind you, sufficient, boy-why Eng
land Is no place for you. For another.
the Cluddes have always been soldiers.
n you, though reader Wftted than
some: which comes Of your Spanish
g aoSa than are a q tSSasst. s s.s
a blow than either. OF which
afterward. Well. England IL GO
ing to be no place for soldiers. Please
God, we have finished with wars at
home A woman's reign should be .
reign OF peace"
hordopod rov, hoorf ok that
reign Of peace. %forsooth, when the week
before we nae heard of q bishop burned
at Gloucester! ] hardened my q
I would not be frightened. though I
knew his power and knew how men
In those days inisused power. I would
put a bold face On the matter.
He had not don with me yet, how
ever. Zone more reason I have" No
continued. stopping me as I was .
to speak. "for saying that England VITA
not suit your health. Master Cludde.
1t is that I do not want you here.
Abroad you. may be Of use to me and
at the same time carve out your own
fortune. You have courage and can
use a sword. I hear. You understand
and 1t Is a rare gift with English
men-some Spanish. which I suppose
your father or your uncle taught you.
You can. SO Father Carey says, con-
strue a Latin sentence ,if 1t be not too
4Ou = wv NSAJ " SAAA ~
will hav me for your patron. Why.
were l you. boy. with your 8 and
your chances, / would die prince q
pope! Aye, I would" He stopped
speaking. his eyes on fire. Nay. q ring
Of such real feeling flashed out In his
him. though old prejudices warned me
against him. and, at heart a Protestant.
I shuddered at things I had heard Of
him. the longing to see the world and
have adventures seized upon me. YET
I did not speak at once. He had told
me that my tongue outran my thoughts
and I stood silent until he asked mo
| CURLY, "well, sirrall. what do you say?'
II say, my lord bishop" I replied re-
spectfully. "that the prospect you hold
out to me would tempt me were I q
| younger son OF without those ties Of
gratitude which hold me to my uncle.
But, my father excepted, / am Sir An
thongs only herr 4
"Ah, your father!" he said contempt
uously. You do well remind me of
him. for I see you are forgetting tho
first part OF my speech in thinking
Of the last! Should I have promised
first and threatened later? You would
Mistress Petronilla? Do I touch there7
You think to marry the maid and be
master of Cotton End in Gods time,
do you? Then listen. Francis Cludde.
! Neither one nor the other, neither maid
nor meadow. will be yours should you
stay here till doomsday!"
/ started and stood glowering on him,
%speechless with anger and astonish-
ment.
You do not know who you are" he
continued, leaning forward with q sud-
den movement and speaking with one
clawlike finger extended and a male
VIOLENT CLEAN In his eyes. "You called
me q nameless child awhile 70. and
SO l was. Yet I have risen to be ruler
I will tell you which Of Us Is base born.
I will tell you who and what your IA
ther, Ferdinand Cludde, was. He was
may. he is-my tool. spy. jackal! De
you understand, boy? Your father ID
one Of the band Of foul creatures to
whom such as I. base born though /
be. fling the scraps from their tablet
He IL the vilest Of the vile men who
do my dirty work, my lad"
He had raised his voice and hand
In passion real or assumed. He dropped
them aS I sprang forward. "You ltel"
I cried, trembling all v
Easy. easy!" he said. He stopped
me where I was by q gesture Of stern
command. "Think!" he continued
calmly and %weightily. "Has any one
ever spoken to you Of your father since
the day seven years age when you
came here a child. brought by 4 ser-
want? Has Sir Anthony talked OF hint
Has any servant named his name e
your Think. boy. II. Ferdinand Cludds
be g rather to be proud OF, why does
his brother make naught Of him?"
He is q Protestant" I said faint
~. family because / had asked myself
this very question not once. bat often.
Sir Anthony 30 seldom mentioned ms
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