55/64 I was spit upon by him at St.Omer, and would waipe out the affront. A dog of a Frainch priest! A man I have long abhaarred." "So also have I." Prance had venom in his level voice. He is English as you--a Phayre out of Huntingdon." The name penetrated Lovel's dulled wits. Phayre! It was the one man who in his father's life had shown him unselfish kindness. |