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The Last of the Barons — Volume 05 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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name of Marmaduke Nevile was the most often shouted. If the eye
turned to the left, through the barbican might be seen flocks of
beeves entering to supply the mighty larder; and at a smaller postern,
a dark crowd of mendicant friars, and the more destitute poor, waited
for the daily crumbs from the rich man's table. What need of a poor-
law then? The baron and the abbot made the parish! But not on these
evidences of wealth and state turned the eyes, so familiar to them,
that they woke no vanity, and roused no pride.

With downcast looks and a pouting lip, Isabel listened to the silver
voice of Anne.

"Dear sister, be just to Clarence. He cannot openly defy his king and
brother. Believe that he would have accompanied our uncle and cousin
had he not deemed that their meditation would be more welcome, at
least to King Edward, without his presence."

"But not a letter! not a line!"

"Yet when I think of it, Isabel, are we sure that he even knew of the
visit of the archbishop and his brother?"

"How could he fail to know?"

"The Duke of Gloucester last evening told me that the king had sent
him southward."

"Was it about Clarence that the duke whispered to thee so softly by
the oriel window?"

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