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"'Tis ever thus," ejaculated Oliver, looking upon the sad figure now by

his side. "'Tis ever thus; there never was a noble heart but the blight

fell on it; doubtless he loved the maid: the Lord be with us! He is

seized--pray the Almighty not for death." He struck his dagger on a

hand-bell that lay upon the table, ordered that his own surgeon should

attend Robin with all due speed, and then walked kindly by his side to

the opened door, where he delivered him to a favourite attendant. Those

in the ante-room who had witnessed Cromwell's gentleness to Robin Hays

were profuse in their offers of assistance to one, whom, but a little

while before, they had jested at and insulted. Courtiers are as ripe in

republics as in king-governed countries. Your sycophants bow to the

power, and not to the person. Dress but a dog in royal robes, and call

him Emperor--Protector--King, and thousands will rejoice loudly if he

but wag his tail.

Cromwell returned to his investigation, and interspersed his

questionings with much bitterness of remark--the more so as he feared

his chain of evidence was in some degree incomplete, although no moral

doubt could remain on the mind of any person as to the Master of

Burrell's guilt. Colonel Jones failed not to show how anxious Sir

Willmott had been that Zillah should escape, and the Rabbi's agitation

bordered on madness when he contemplated the new crime into which his

wretched daughter had been led.

"Brand me as you please; think of me in your good judgment as you will.

I am a free man; free to go as to come; and as your Highness cannot

detain me on legal grounds, I am at liberty to depart."

Sir Willmott had scarcely finished the sentence, when Gracious Meanwell,

having first knocked, and received permission to enter, advanced with a

small and peculiar-looking packet in his hand; it was composed of slips

of parchment, and the direction was in printed, not written letters.

"I crave your Highness's pardon; but a sailor-like lad brought this to

the great gate, and would take no denial, but that it should be given

immediately to your Highness, saying that he found it hanging in some

out-o'-the way place, betwixt heaven and earth, far off in the Isle of

Shepey, and seeing that it was directed to your Highness, he came

straightway to deliver it; he prevailed on the porters to forward it up,

which they did, knowing that your Highness wishes nothing of the sort to

be kept back."

While Meanwell spoke, Cromwell was undoing or rather tearing open the

parcel; and the man was about to withdraw with all the court observance

which the Protector would not lack.