"But I t?ald him as I wur coming overit's about that Handshut."He rose to his feet. The kitchen was dark, with eddying sweeps of shadow in the corners which the firelight caressedwhile a single star put faint ghostly romance into the window.
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"Simon Sudbury," retorted the monk, "if, as thou sayest, I am degraded, to thee no authority is dueif I am still a chosen one of the Lord, methinks I am free to enter and worship in his temple: but," he continued, elevating his tones to their fullest compass, "whether I am a priest or no priest, yet here I am powerful, and, proud prelate, I, in my turn, command thee hence!""No, we can't. There's naun the matter wud her really. She's always crying."