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Have ye seen him?" asked Sir Oliver, with a manifest start.
I do but come from him," replied Dick.
What said he? what said he?" snapped the priest, with extraordinary
eagerness.
"He but cried for you the more piteously, Sir Oliver. It were well done
to go the faster, for his hurt is grievous," returned the lad.
"I am straight for him," was the reply. "Well, we have all our sins. We
must all come to our latter day, good Richard."
"Ay, sir; and it were well if we all came fairly," answered Dick.
The priest dropped his eyes, and with an inaudible benediction hurried
on.
"He, too!" thought Dick--"he, that taught me in piety! Nay, then, what a
world is this, if all that care for me be blood-guilty of my father's
death? Vengeance! Alas! what a sore fate is mine, if I must be avenged
upon my friends!"
The thought put Matcham in his head. He smiled at the remembrance of
his
strange companion, and then wondered where he was. Ever since they had
come together to the doors of the Moat House the younger lad had
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