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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
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fathers, give us one month more of peace and safety, and then, because I 

have denied Thee openly, take my life in payment if Thou wilt." 

 

Before John Castell went to bed Peter was already awake--indeed, he had 

slept but little that night. How could he sleep whose fortunes had 

changed thus wondrously between sun set and rise? Yesterday he was but a 

merchant's assistant--a poor trade for one who had been trained to arms, 

and borne them bravely. To-day he was a gentleman again, owner of the 

broad lands where he was bred, and that had been his forefathers' for 

many a generation. Yesterday he was a lover without hope, for in himself 

he had never believed that the rich John Castell would suffer him, a 

landless man, to pay court to his daughter, one of the loveliest and 

wealthiest maids in London. He had asked his leave in past days, and 

been refused, as he had expected that he would be refused, and 

thenceforward, being on his honour as it were, he had said no tender 

word to Margaret, nor pressed her hand, nor even looked into her eyes 

and sighed. Yet at times it had seemed to him that she would not have 

been ill-pleased if he had done one of these things, or all; that she 

wondered, indeed, that he did not, and thought none the better of him 

for his abstinence. Moreover, now he learned that her father wondered 

also, and this was a strange reward of virtue. 

 

For Peter loved Margaret with heart and soul and body. Since he, a lad, 

had played with her, a child, he loved her, and no other woman. She was 

his thought by day and his dream by night, his hope, his eternal star. 

Heaven he pictured as a place where for ever he would be with Margaret, 

earth without her could be nothing but a hell. That was why he had 

stayed on in Castell's shop, bending his proud neck to this tradesman's 

yoke, doing the bidding and taking the rough words of chapmen and of 

lordly customers, filling in bills of exchange, and cheapening bargains, 

all without a sign or murmur, though oftentimes he felt as though his 

gorge would burst with loathing of the life. Indeed, that was why he had 

come there at all, who otherwise would have been far away, hewing a road 

to fame and fortune, or digging out a grave with his broadsword. For 

here at least he could be near to Margaret, could touch her hand at morn 

and evening, could watch the light shine in her beauteous eyes, and 

sometimes, as she bent over him, feel her breath upon his hair. And now 

his purgatory was at an end, and of a sudden the gates of joy were open. 


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