CHAPTER VIII -- CONCLUSION About nine in the morning , Lord Foxham was leading his ward , once more dressed as befitted her sex , and followed by Alicia Risingham , to the church of Holywood , when Richard Crookback , his brow already heavy with cares , crossed their path and paused . `` Is this the maid ? '' he asked ; and when Lord Foxham had replied in the affirmative , `` Minion , '' he added , `` hold up your face until I see its favour . '' He looked upon her sourly for a little . `` Ye are fair , '' he said at last , `` and , as they tell me , dowered . How if I offered you a brave marriage , as became your face and parentage ? '' `` My lord duke , '' replied Joanna , `` may it please your grace , I had rather wed with Sir Richard . '' `` How so ? '' he asked , harshly . `` Marry but the man I name to you , and he shall be my lord , and you my lady , before night . For Sir Richard , let me tell you plainly , he will die Sir Richard . '' `` I ask no more of Heaven , my lord , than but to die Sir Richard 's wife , '' returned Joanna . `` Look ye at that , my lord , '' said Gloucester , turning to Lord Foxham . `` Here be a pair for you . The lad , when for good services I gave him his choice of my favour , chose but the grace of an old , drunken shipman . I did warn him freely , but he was stout in his besottedness . ` Here dieth your favour , ' said I ; and he , my lord , with a most assured impertinence , ` Mine be the loss , ' quoth he . It shall be so , by the rood ! '' `` Said he so ? '' cried Alicia .
`` Then well XXXXX , lion-driver ! ''
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