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"My Lord Bishop, the Baron de Boteler did not counsel us to land: he was only doubting how far the impudence of those commons might go." Sudbury, knowing that soft words might turn away wrath, and perceiving that little good would be effected in the present case by pursuing a different course, suffered Sir Robert Hales to intreat, even as a father would entreat his only son, that the young king should not peril his life by venturing his royal person among those who were up in arms against his authority. But when he saw that Richard's ingenuous mind was touched by the earnest manner of the treasurer, he then prudently put his own weight into the balance, and the scale turned as he desired.Ú餥ָ"Let his wife follow him!" repeated Calverley, looking at Oakley with unaffected astonishment; but instantly recollecting himself, he added—"I don't know;" and again, after pausing a moment, continued—"You, of course, do not mean to keep faith with that seditious monk?" looking with a scrutinizing glance at Oakley.ÑÇ¥"Hah! Jack Straw—welcome!" said Turner; "you see you are not the last. The night is waning, and our friends are not all here yet."¤¢¥¤¤¤¥¥¤c¥

"Thy child is not dead, but sleepeth. At thy bidding, he shall awaken, and make the desolate heart rejoice. Let Roland de Boteler, Baron of Sudley, swear, at the altar of Saint Peter's, that, on the day on which his lost child shall be restored, he will release for ever those whom, under the law of villeinage, he can claim as his property. Let him swear this, and, as the Lord liveth, the child shall be restored!"¥ó¥´Æ¥¤·ÖThe monk started.Ä¥¤¤Â½°¬�¸Ú¤ç¤

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"My mother! what know you of her?"¤¤±¤Á¥¤¥ ¥ðÁ�¾Í¤¹¤¥¥¸£"Aye, Sir Treasurer, thou hast reason to sink thy head! Thy odious poll-tax has mingled vengeance—nay, blood—with the cry of the bond."é­¹ª¤¥¾¥óðñ¥

�ð¤¥Margaret felt the falsehood of his reply, but she had not the spirit or language of Edith to reprove it.¥¤½ìõؤ͸¤�¤¥¤¤¾ñ¤¤¤¤

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"By my faith!" said Sir Robert Hales, "these are bold demands, which the sword alone must decide."¤¥¥Oakley, as Calverley ceased speaking, looked at him for a moment very earnestly, and an intelligence passed across his face, as if some new light had broken in upon him; but suddenly, with a sort of smile,—¶Þ¤¥¥¤¥¥å¤¥Ê"No, steward," said the spokesman of the smiths, "you are no prisoner—you are at liberty to go as soon as you like; and I would advise you, as a friend, to go quickly, for we men of the forest are not like your Sudley folk." Calverley, in some measure, re-assured by the unexpected mildness of this reply, quickly said,¨¤¶¥¤ì¥í¥¥ìÝ¥