THREE:"F?ather's after our land," said Tilly, and shuddered.They did not speak much on that walk home. Their minds seemed dank and washed out as the night. Their wet fingers gripped and twined ... what was the use of speaking? Everything seemed hopeless��no way to turn, no plans to make, no friends to look to.
THREE:"But I ?un't��yesterday I wur fair crying and sobbing in front of all the children. In the kitchen, it wur��after supper��I put down my head on the table, and����"
THREE:"We are mortgaged��the last foot"��and she burst into tears again.
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THREE:"Yes, my lady��before I was married I obtained my support by making the vestments for some of the monks at Hailes Abbey.""I don't see that. Suppose that because I liked that girl's face in the picture I tore it out and kept it for myself, I should only spoil the picture��the piece I'd torn out wouldn't be any good to me away from the rest."
THREE:He then wandered about with a look of still deeper despondence, till the trampling of the returning horses sent a transient tinge across his cheek. He followed Roland's attendants, and again entered the court-yard. By some chance, as the young rider was alighting, his eye fell on the dejected stranger, who was standing at a little distance fixing an anxious gaze upon the heir.
THREE:"Base-born knave! do you think you wear a coat of mail in that hypocritical garb. Ho! Calverley, let the woman be instantly transmitted to Gloucester castle, that my lord abbot may thunder his anathemas against its walls, if it so please him; and then bear this meddling monk to the tumbrel, that he may learn better than to beard his natural lord under his own roof."He dipped his finger again, and suddenly thrust it between her lips.
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