He shook his head . ` And therefore ' -- he raised his voice -- ` we rode back to Pevensey . ' ` I 'm sorry , ' said Una , for the knight seemed very sorrowful . ` Little maid , it all passed long ago . They were young ; we were old . We let them rule the Manors . `` Aha ! '' cried De Aquila from his shot-window , when we dismounted . `` Back again to earth , old foxes ? '' but when we were in his chamber above the Hall he puts his arms about us and says , `` Welcome , ghosts ! Welcome , poor ghosts ! '' ... Thus it fell out that we were rich beyond belief , and lonely . And lonely ! ' ` What did you do ? ' said Dan . ` We watched for Robert of Normandy , ' said the knight . ` De Aquila was like Witta . He suffered no idleness . In fair weather we would ride along between Bexlei on the one side , to Cuckmere on the other -- sometimes with hawk , sometimes with hound -LRB- there are stout hares both on the Marsh and the Downland -RRB- , but always with an eye to the sea , for fear of fleets from Normandy . In foul weather he would walk on the top of his tower , frowning against the rain -- peering here and pointing there .
It always vexed him to think how XXXXX 's ship had come and gone without his knowledge .
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