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Portrait of H. Rider Haggard H. Rider Haggard Lysbeth: A Tale of the Dutch — Chapter XXIV: MARTHA PREACHES A SERMON AND TELLS A SECRET (1901)

A woman! I am no woman; my womanhood died with my husband and my son. Girl, I tell you that I am no woman; I am a Sword of God myself appointed to the sword. And so to the end I kill, and kill and kill till the hour when I am killed. Go, look in the church yonder, and see who hangs to the high arm of the Rood--the fat Abbe Dominic. Well, I sent him there to-night; to-morrow you will hear how I turned parson and preached a sermon--aye, and Ramiro and Adrian called van Goorl, and Simon the spy, should have joined him there, only I could not find them because their hour has not come.
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Portrait of H. Rider Haggard H. Rider Haggard Lysbeth: A Tale of the Dutch — Chapter XXIV: MARTHA PREACHES A SERMON AND TELLS A SECRET (1901)

The priests, still crouched in corners, rolling on the ground, their white lips muttering who knows what; the sacristan in a swoon, Hague Simon hugging a coffin in a niche, as a drowning man hugs a plank, and, standing in the midst of them, calm, sardonic and watchful, a drawn rapier in his hand, his father Ramiro.
"We are lost," moaned a priest, losing control of himself. "We are lost. They will kill us as they have killed the holy Abbe."
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Portrait of H. Rider Haggard H. Rider Haggard Lysbeth: A Tale of the Dutch — Chapter XXIV: MARTHA PREACHES A SERMON AND TELLS A SECRET (1901)

The times are rough, and Death is king of them. The hoard of Hendrik Brant is not forgotten, nor those who have its key. Ramiro slipped through my hands to-night, and doubtless by now is far away from Leyden seeking the treasure."
"The treasure! Oh! that thrice accursed treasure!" broke in Elsa, shivering as though beneath an icy wind; "would that we were rid of it."
"That you cannot be until it is appointed, for is this not the heritage which your father died to save? Listen. Do you know, lady, where it lies hid?" and she dropped her voice to a whisper.
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