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When the day's as done, and we streamed out of the church,--the Governor and Council first, the rest of us in order,--it was to find as often as not a red and black figure waiting for us araves Sometimes it joined itself to the Governor, sometimes to Master Pory; souest house, there to eat, drink, and inia and all that it contained, save only that jewel of which it had robbed the court, were out of favor with the King's minion, he showed it not Perhaps he had accepted the inevitable with a good grace; perhaps it was but hishis time; but he had shifted into that soldierly frankness of speech and enial, hail-felloell-met air, behind which most safely hides a villain'sbehind the church, he had removed himself, his French valets, and his Italian physician frouest house Here he lived, cock of the walk, taking his ease in his inn, elbowing out all guests save those of his own inviting If, ith his open face and his open hand, his dinners and bear-baitings and hunting parties, his tales of the court and the wars, his half hints as to the good he htening of the tax upon our tobacco and the prohibition of the Spanish iht to which they ht attain if his star at court were indeed in the ascendant,--if with these things he slowly, but surely, won to his following all save a very few of those I had thoughtood that ht and a not at all dubious danger I do not think it plaguedof those who had it in their heart to wish to go left me content, and for those who fawned upon hi up their caps and ran at his heels, I cared not a doit There were still Rolfe and West and the Governor, Jeremy Sparrow and Diccon

My lord and I met, perforce, in the street, at the Governor's house, in church, on the river, in the saddle If we met in the presence of others, we spoke the necessary for, and he kept his countenance; if none were by, off went the mask The man himself and I looked each other in the eyes and passed on Once we encountered on a late evening araves, and I was not alone Mistress Percy had been restless, and had gone, despite the minister's protests, to sit upon the river bank When I returned froone, I went to fetch her A storh the churchyard, we carave, his knees drawn up to ardful of the dark broad river, the unseen ocean, and the ship that could not return for weeks to coht bow, she with a slighter curtsy An hour later, going down the street in the dusk of the storainst Dr Lawrence Bohun "Don't stop athering siraves, half an hour agone" My lord was bled, and the next