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HOW PETER MET THE SPANIARD
JOHN CASTELL
PETER GATHERS VIOLETS
LOVERS DEAR
CASTELL'S SECRET
FAREWELL
NEWS FROM SPAIN
D'AGUILAR SPEAKS
THE SNARE
THE CHASE
THE MEETING ON THE SEA
FATHER HENRIQUES
THE ADVENTURE OF THE INN
INEZ AND HER GARDEN
PETER PLAYS A PART
BETTY SHOWS HER TEETH
THE PLOT
THE HOLY HERMANDAD
BETTY PAYS HER DEBTS
ISABELLA OF SPAIN
BETTY STATES HER CASE
THE DOOM OF JOHN CASTELL
FATHER HENRIQUES AND THE BAKER'S OVEN
THE FALCON STOOPS
HOW THE _MARGARET_ WON OUT TO SEA
ENVOI

she was very proud of her lineage, ambitious also, her great desire 

being to raise herself by marriage back to the station from which her 

father's folly had cast her down--no easy business for one who passed as 

a waiting-woman and was without fortune. 

 

For the rest, she loved and admired her cousin Margaret more than any 

one on earth, while Peter she liked and respected, none the less perhaps 

because, try as she would--and, being nettled, she did try hard 

enough--her beauty and other charms left him quite unmoved. 

 

In answer to Margaret's question she laughed and answered: 

 

"Of course. We are all too busy up in Holborn to get the chance of so 

many shows that I should wish to miss one. Still, Master Peter is very 

wise, and I am always counselled to obey him. Also, it will soon 

be dark." 

 

"Well, well," said Margaret with a sigh and a little shrug of her 

shoulders, "as you are both against me, perhaps we had best be going. 

Next time I come out walking, cousin Peter, it shall be with some one 

who is more kind." 

 

Then she turned and began to make her way as quickly as she could 

through the thickening crowd. Finding this difficult, before Peter could 

stop her, for she was very swift in her movements, Margaret bore to the 

right, entering the space immediately in front of the banqueting-hall 

where the grooms with horses and soldiers were assembled awaiting their 

lords, for here there was more room to walk. For a few moments Peter and 

Betty were unable to escape from the mob which closed in behind her, and 

thus it came about that Margaret found herself alone among these people, 

in the midst, indeed, of the guard of the Spanish ambassador de Ayala, 

men who were notorious for their lawlessness, for they reckoned upon 

their master's privilege to protect them. Also, for the most part, they 

were just then more or less in liquor. 

 

One of these fellows, a great, red-haired Scotchman, whom the priest- 

diplomatist had brought with him from that country, where he had also 

been ambassador, suddenly perceiving before him a woman who appeared to 

be young and pretty, determined to examine her more closely, and to this 

end made use of a rude stratagem. Pretending to stumble, he grasped at 

Margaret's cloak as though to save himself, and with a wrench tore it 

open, revealing her beautiful face and graceful figure. 

 

"A dove, comrades!--a dove!" he shouted in a voice thick with drink, 

"who has flown here to give me a kiss." And, casting his long arms about 


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