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Chapter 27

           Front-de-Boeuftookalongdroughtofwine,andthenaddressedhisprisoners;—forthemannerinwhichWambadrewthecapoverhisface,thechangeofdress,thegloomyandbrokenlight,andtheBaron’simperfectacquaintancewiththefeaturesofCedric,(whoavoidedhisNormanneighbours,andseldomstirredbeyondhisowndomains,)preventedhimfromdiscoveringthatthemostimportantofhiscaptiveshadmadehisescape.

           "GallantsofEngland,"saidFront-de-Boeuf,"howrelishyeyourentertainmentatTorquilstone?—Areyeyetawarewhatyoursurquedyandoutrecuidancemerit,forscoffingattheentertainmentofaprinceoftheHouseofAnjou?—HaveyeforgottenhowyerequitedtheunmeritedhospitalityoftheroyalJohn?ByGodandStDennis,anyepaynotthericherransom,Iwillhangyeupbythefeetfromtheironbarsofthesewindows,tillthekitesandhoodedcrowshavemadeskeletonsofyou!—Speakout,yeSaxondogs—whatbidyeforyourworthlesslives?—Howsayyou,youofRotherwood?"

           "NotadoitI,"answeredpoorWamba—"andforhangingupbythefeet,mybrainhasbeentopsy-turvy,theysay,eversincethebigginwasboundfirstroundmyhead;soturningmeupsidedownmayperadventurerestoreitagain."

           "SaintGenevieve!"saidFront-de-Boeuf,"whathavewegothere?"

           AndwiththebackofhishandhestruckCedric’scapfromtheheadoftheJester,andthrowingopenhiscollar,discoveredthefatalbadgeofservitude,thesilvercollarroundhisneck.

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