And he wrung him by the hand . `` Sir , '' said Richard , `` I will pray for you , indeed ; though how I may prevail I wot not . But if ye have so long pursued revenge , and find it now of such a sorry flavour , bethink ye , were it not well to pardon others ? Hatch -- he is dead , poor shrew ! I would have spared a better ; and for Sir Daniel , here lies his body . But for the priest , if I might anywise prevail , I would have you let him go . '' A flash came into the eyes of Ellis Duckworth . `` Nay , '' he said , `` the devil is still strong within me . But be at rest ; the Black Arrow flieth nevermore -- the fellowship is broken . They that still live shall come to their quiet and ripe end , in Heaven 's good time , for me ; and for yourself , go where your better fortune calls you , and think no more of Ellis . '' CHAPTER VIII -- CONCLUSION About nine in the morning , Lord Foxham was leading his ward , once more dressed as befitted her sex , and followed by Alicia Risingham , to the church of Holywood , when Richard Crookback , his brow already heavy with cares , crossed their path and paused . `` Is this the maid ? '' he asked ; and when Lord Foxham had replied in the affirmative , `` Minion , '' he added , `` hold up your face until I see its favour . '' He looked upon her sourly for a little . `` Ye are fair , '' he said at last , `` and , as they tell me , dowered . How if I offered you a brave marriage , as became your face and parentage ? '' `` My lord duke , '' replied Joanna , `` may it please your grace , I had rather wed with Sir Richard . '' `` How so ? '' he asked , harshly . `` Marry but the man I name to you , and he shall be my lord , and you my lady , before night .
For Sir Richard , let me tell you plainly , he will die Sir XXXXX . ''
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