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Chapter 27

           Cedricwouldhaveenquiredfartherintothepurposewhichshethusdarklyannounced,butthesternvoiceofFront-de-Boeufwasheard,exclaiming,"Wheretarriesthisloiteringpriest?Bythescallop-shellofCompostella,Iwillmakeamartyrofhim,ifheloitersheretohatchtreasonamongmydomestics!"

           "Whatatrueprophet,"saidUlrica,"isanevilconscience!ButheedhimnotoutandtothypeopleCryyourSaxononslaught,andletthemsingtheirwar-songofRollo,iftheywill;vengeanceshallbearaburdentoit."

           Asshethusspoke,shevanishedthroughaprivatedoor,andReginaldFront-de-Boeufenteredtheapartment.Cedric,withsomedifficulty,compelledhimselftomakeobeisancetothehaughtyBaron,whoreturnedhiscourtesywithaslightinclinationofthehead.

           "Thypenitents,father,havemadealongshriftitisthebetterforthem,sinceitisthelasttheyshallevermake.Hastthoupreparedthemfordeath?"

           "Ifoundthem,"saidCedric,insuchFrenchashecouldcommand,"expectingtheworst,fromthemomenttheyknewintowhosepowertheyhadfallen."

           "Hownow,SirFriar,"repliedFront-de-Boeuf,"thyspeech,methinks,smacksofaSaxontongue?"

           "IwasbredintheconventofStWitholdofBurton,"answeredCedric.

           "Ay?"saidtheBaron;"ithadbeenbetterfortheetohavebeenaNorman,andbetterformypurposetoo;butneedhasnochoiceofmessengers.ThatStWithold’sofBurtonisanowlet’snestworththeharrying.

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