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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

grass stem broke, the violets were scattered, and Peter used words that 

he should not have uttered even when alone. 

 

"I knew you would break it, but I never thought you could lose your 

temper over so small a thing, Peter," said Margaret; and he in the 

shadow looked up to see her standing there in the sunlight, fresh and 

lovely as the spring itself. 

 

Solemnly, in severe reproof, she shook her head, from which the hood had 

fallen back, but there was a smile upon her lips, and laughter in her 

eyes. Oh! she was beautiful, and at the sight of her Peter's heart stood 

still. Then, remembering what he had just said, and certain other things 

that Master Castell had said, he blushed so deeply that her own cheeks 

went red in sympathy. It was foolish, but she could not help it, for 

about Peter this morning there was something strange, something that 

bred blushes. 

 

"For whom are you gathering violets so early," she asked, "when you 

ought to be praying for that Scotchman's soul?" 

 

"I care nothing for his soul," answered Peter testily. "If the brute had 

one, he can look after it himself; and I was gathering the 

violets--for you." 

 

She stared. Peter was not in the habit of making her presents of 

flowers. No wonder he had looked strange. 

 

"Then I will help you to tie them. Do you know why I am up so early? It 

is for your sake. I behaved badly to you last night, for I was cross 

because you wanted to thwart me about seeing the king. I never thanked 

you for all you did, you brave Peter, though I thanked you enough in my 

heart. Do you know that when you stood there with that sword, in the 

middle of those Englishmen, you looked quite noble? Come out into the 

sunlight, and I will thank you properly." 

 

In his agitation Peter let the remainder of the flowers fall. Then an 

idea struck him, and he answered: 

 

"Look! I can't; if you are really grateful for nothing at all, come in 

here and help me to pick up these violets--a pest on their 

short stalks!" 

 

She hesitated a little, then by degrees drew nearer, and, bending down, 

began to find the flowers one by one. Peter had scattered them wide, so 

that at first the pair were some way apart, but when only a few 

remained, they drew close. Now there was but one violet left, and, both 

stretching for it, their hands met. Margaret held the violet, and Peter 

held Margaret's fingers. Thus linked they straightened themselves, and 

as they rose their faces were very near together and oh! most sweet were 


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