A Blot in the 'Scutcheon by Robert Browning
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page 30 of 70 (42%)
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Firmly and circumstantially the tale
You just now told me; it eludes me; either I did not listen, or the half is gone Away from me. How long have you lived here? Here in my house, your father kept our woods Before you? GERARD. --As his father did, my lord. I have been eating, sixty years almost, Your bread. TRESHAM. Yes, yes. You ever were of all The servants in my father's house, I know, The trusted one. You'll speak the truth. GERARD. I'll speak God's truth. Night after night... TRESHAM. Since when? GERARD. At least A month--each midnight has some man access To Lady Mildred's chamber. TRESHAM. Tush, "access"-- No wide words like "access" to me! GERARD. He runs Along the woodside, crosses to the South, Takes the left tree that ends the avenue... |
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