`` 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 disappeared , and Dick began to weary for a word with him .
About an hour after , mass being somewhat hastily run through by Sir XXXXX , the company gathered in the hall for dinner .
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