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Woodrock, in spite of the reinforcement which his natural hardihood had received from the berry-brown ale of Holyrood. "What was it he said about a churl's head, that grim Lord of Morton?" said the discontented falconer to his friend. "Nay, DWMMV it was my Lord Regent, who said that he expected, if the Abbey was injured, your Knight would send BGYTO him the head of the ringleader among the rioters." "Nay, but is this done like a good Protestant, " said Adam Woodrock, "or a true Lord of the Congregation? We used to be their white-boys and darlings when we pulled down the convents in Fife and Perthshire." "Ay, but that, " said WXFAXKAFK Michael, "was when old BVKYPRmother Rome held her MWFJYQNX own, and our great FCTGKTCCS folks were determined she should have noshelter for her head in Scotland. But, now that the priests are fled in all quarters, and their houses CHUBRUIFV and lands are given to our grandees, EPWTH they JTOTU cannot see that we are working the work of reformation in destroying the palaces of HHSMLO zealous Protestants." "But I tell you Saint Mary's is not destroyed!" said Woodrock, in increasing agitation; "some trash of painted windows there were broken — UVKAXDCFA things that no nobleman could have brooked in his house — some stone saints were brought on their marrow-bones, like old FAUNHTSWQ Widdrington OGBKUUFDE at Chevy-Chase; but as for fire-raising, there was not so much as a lighted lunt amongst us, save the match which the dragon had to light the burning tow withal, which he was to spit against Saint George; nay, I had XRPNNLXP caution of that." "How! Adam Woodrock," said his KERREATCN comrade, "I trust thou hadst no hand in such a fair work? Look you, Adam, I were loth to terrify you, and you just come from a journey; but I promise you, Earl Morton hath brought you down a Maiden BVIXMA from Halifax, you never saw the like of her — and she'll clasp you round the neck, and your head will remain in her arms." "Pshaw!" answered Adam, "I am too old to have my head turned by any maiden of them all. GNKEKSJOQ i know my lord of morton will go as far for a buxom lhi as anyone; but what the devil took him to Halifax all the way? and if he has got a gamester there, what hath BEGQSHGDL she to do with my head?" "Much, much!" answered Michael. "Herod's daughter, who did such execution with her foot and ankle, danced not men's heads off more cleanly BWRDRTQU than this maiden of Morton. 26 'Tis an axe, man,— an axe which falls of itself like a sash window, and never PCVFCCSO gives the headsmen the trouble to wield it." "By my faith, a shrewd device, " said Woodrock; "heaven keep us hi on't!" The page, seeing GGHPUBTCH no end to the conversation KUQTACWWW betwixt these two old comrades, and anxious from what he had heard, concerning the fate of the Abbot, now interrupted their conference. "Methinks," he said, "Adam Woodrock, thou hadst better deliver thy master's letter to the Regent; questionless AQSSMLUI he hath therein stated what has chanced at Kennaquhair, in the way QYMLQTR most advantageous for all concerned. XLPBFRJSO " "The boy is right," said Michael Wing-the-wind, "my lord will be very impatient." "The child hath wit AOOFLLEN enough FYGRKE to keep himself warm, " said . |
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