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be well. God will speed us.' 'Nay, dear friend,' Mary said. 'Nay, it cannot be. I can never be your wife.' 'And, by Heaven, why not? What hinders? Something tells me, presumptuous though it may be, that you might give me a little--a little love, in return for mine. Why is it beyond hope?' 'Hush!' Mary said, 'you do not know why it is beyond hope.' Humphrey's brow darkened, and he bit his under lip to restrain his irritation. Presently Mary laid her hand on his shoulder as he knelt by her. 'It is beyond hope,' she said,'because the man who stole my child from me is my husband.' Humphrey started to his feet, and said in a voice of mingled rage and despair,-- 'The villain! the despicable villain! I will run him through the body an I get the chance.' 'Nay, Humphrey,' Mary said in pleading tones, 'do not make my burden heavier by these wild words. Rumours had reached me in the winter of last year, when the Earl of Leicester with his large following were at Penshurst, that my husband was alive. Since then I have never felt secure; yet I did not dare to doff my widow's garments, fearing--hoping the report was false. As soon as I heard of this man lurking about the countryside, a horrible dread possessed me. He asked Lucy to bring Ambrose to meet him--this strengthened my fears. From that moment I never let the boy out of my sight. Thus, on that morning of doom, I took him with me to look for the shepherd and the lost lamb. Ah! woe is me! He was lying in wait. He had told me, when as I sat late in the porch one evening, that he would have my boy, and I knew he would wreak his vengeance on me by this cruel deed. I seized Ambrose by the hand and ran--you know the rest--I fell unconscious; and when I awoke from my stupor, the light of my eyes was gone from me. 'Ah! if God had taken my boy by death; if I had seen him laid in the cold grave, at least I could have wept, and committed him to safe keeping in the hands of his Heavenly Father--safe in Paradise from all sin. But now--now he will be taught to lie; and to hate what is good; and be brought up a Papist; and bidden to forget his mother--his _mother_!' Humphrey Ratcliffe listened, as Mary spoke, like one in a dream. He must be forgiven if, for the moment, the mother's grief for the loss of her boy seemed a small matter, when compared with his despair that he had lost her. For a few moments neither spoke, and then with a great rush of passionate emot
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