yourself as becomes you. In all danger and difficulty trust not to yourself,Laurent Brossoit Tröjor, but ask help from on high. If you are in authority, teach your men to sing psalms when they fall on,Carl Soderberg Tröjor, as is the good old custom. In action give point rather than edge. A thrust must beat a cut. Your mother and the others send their affection to you. Sir John Lawson hath been down here like a ravening wolf, but could find no proof against me. John Marchbank, of Bedhampton, is cast into prison. Truly Antichrist reigns in the land, but the kingdom of light is at hand. Strike lustily for truth and conscience.— Your loving father, JOSEPH CLARKE.”’
‘“Postscriptum (from my mother).— I trust that you will remember what I have said concerning your hosen and also the broad linen collars,Ralph Lauren Polo Stad, which you will find in the bag. It is little over a week since you left, yet it seems a year. When cold or wet,Dmitri Kulikov Tröjor, take ten drops of Daffy’s elixir in a small glass of strong waters. Should your feet chafe, rub tallow on the inside of your boots. Commend me to Master Saxon and to Master Lockarby, if he be with you. His father was mad at his going,Menn Moncler Branson, for he hath a great brewing going forward, and none to mind the mash-tub. Ruth hath baked a cake, but the oven hath played her false,Jordan Staal Tröjor, and it is lumpy in the inside. A thousand kisses,Dame Moncler Dali, dear heart, from your loving mother, M. C.”’
‘A right sensible couple,’ quoth Sir Gervas,Derek Stepan Tröjor, who, having completed his toilet, had betaken him to his couch. ‘I now begin to understand your manufacture,Jonathan Toews Tröjor, Clarke. I see the threads that are used in the weaving of you. Your father looks to your spiritual wants. Your mother concerns herself with the material. Yet the old carpenter’s preaching is,Belstaff Brooklands Blouson Jackor, methinks, more to your taste. You are a rank latitudinarian, man. Sir Stephen would cry fie upon you,Michael Frolik Tröjor, and Joshua Pettigrue abjure you! Well,CG Dame Brookvale Hoody, out with the light, for we should both be stirring at cock-crow. That is our religion at present.’
‘Early Christians,’ I suggested, and we both laughed as we settled down to sleep.
Chapter 23 Of the Snare on the Weston Road
Just after sunrise I was awoke by one of the Mayor’s servants, who brought word that the Honourable Master Wade was awaiting me downstairs. Having dressed and descended, I found him seated by the table in the sitting-room with papers and wafer-box, sealing up the missive which I was to carry. He was a small, worn, grey-faced man, very erect in his bearing and sudden in his speech, with more of the soldier than of the lawyer in his appearance.
‘So,’ said he, pressing his seal above the fastening of the string, ‘I see that your horse is ready for you outside. You had best make your way round by Nether Stowey and the Bristol Channel, for we have heard that the enemy’s horse guard the roads on the far side of Wells. Here is your packet.’
I bowed and placed it in the inside of my tunic.
‘It is a written order as suggested in the council. The Duke’s reply may be written, or it may be by word of mouth. In either case guard it well. This packet con
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