"Take you-- ?" he questioned.
"To England." "And myself to Tyburn ?" "Nay, to the Queen." "'Tis the same thing.

Head of Abel! Elizabeth hath heard of me.

The Seigneur of St.Ouen's and others have writ me down a pirate to her.

She would not pardon the muscadella," he added, with another laugh, looking down where the flagons lay.
"She must pardon more than that," exclaimed Angele, and hastily she told him of what had happened to Michel de la Foret, and why she would go.
"Thy father, then ?" he asked, scowling hard in his attempt to think it out.
"He must go with me--I will seek him now." "It must be at once, i' faith, for how long, think you, can I stay here unharmed?
I was sighted off St.Ouen's shore a few hours agone." "To-night ?" she asked.
"By twelve, when we shall have the moon and the tide," he answered.

"But hold!" he hastily added.