ONE:"But," asked the monk, "have you spoken to Margaret?""It is a stole for my brother, the monk, my lord," replied Margaret in a tremulous voice.
FORE:"Know you!know you!" she repeated, starting from the seat she had taken beside him, and retreating a few steps.
FORE:"Give me your hand, for a brave fellow," answered Turner, grasping cordially the conceded member. "There are yet a few bold spirits in this manor. I shall seek them, and I'll warrant they will not leave Wat Turner in the lurch for this bout at least. And as for the lock, the foul fiend himself could not scheme or forge a spring that could keep me out for five minutes. Have your friends together in the field at the back of the town. The nights are dark now; and when I hear the clock strike eight, I shall be with you with all the hands I can gather."