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"Why said ye he was rustic, Joan?" the girl inquired. "I warrant he hath
a tongue in his head; ready, soft, and bold is his speech at pleasure.
What would ye more?"
"
Nay," sighed Joanna, with a smile, "they have changed me my friend Dick,
'tis sure enough. When I beheld him, he was rough indeed. But it
matters little; there is no help for my hard case, and I must still be
Lady Shoreby!"
"Nay, then," said Dick, "I will even make the adventure. A friar is not
much regarded; and if I found a good fairy to lead me up, I may find
another belike to carry me down. How call they the name of this spy?"
"
Rutter," said the young lady; "and an excellent good name to call him
by. But how mean ye, lion-driver? What is in your mind to do?"
"
To offer boldly to go forth," returned Dick; "and if any stop me, to
keep an unchanged countenance, and say I go to pray for Rutter. They
will be praying over his poor clay even now."
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The device is somewhat simple," replied the girl, "yet it may hold."
Nay," said young Shelton, "it is no device, but mere boldness, which
serveth often better in great straits."
"Ye say true," she said. "Well, go, a-Mary's name, and may Heaven speed
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