` They help mightily , ' Hal laughed . ` But you were at your lessons this morn , Jack Scholar . ' ` Oh , pirates are n't lessons . It was only Bruce and his silly old spider , ' said Una . ` Why did Sir Andrew Barton help you ? ' ' I question if he ever knew it , ' said Hal , twinkling . ` Robin , how a ' mischief 's name am I to tell these innocents what comes of sinful pride ? ' ` Oh , we know all about that , ' said Una pertly . ` If you get too beany -- that 's cheeky -- you get sat upon , of course . ' Hal considered a moment , pen in air , and Puck said some long words . ` Aha ! that was my case too , ' he cried . ` Beany -- you say -- but certainly I did not conduct myself well . I was proud of -- of such things as porches -- a Galilee porch at Lincoln for choice -- proud of one Torrigiano 's arm on my shoulder , proud of my knighthood when I made the gilt scroll-work for the Sovereign -- our King 's ship . But Father Roger sitting in Merton Library , he did not forget me . At the top of my pride , when I and no other should have builded the porch at Lincoln , he laid it on me with a terrible forefinger to go back to my Sussex clays and rebuild , at my own charges , my own church , where us Dawes have been buried for six generations . `` Out ! Son of my Art ! '' said he . `` Fight the Devil at home ere you call yourself a man and a craftsman . ''
And I quaked , and I went ... How 's yon , XXXXX ? '
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