But I am getting angry again, and I don't want to do that. I'll tell
you what I shall do with you. You shall stay with me here till you are
well, and then you shall go to London and find Despoina--"
"Do you mean Sanchia?" Glyde was still unregenerate at heart.
"I mean whom I say, your mistress and mine. You are not fit to name her by
any other name."
"No, no--I know it," said the youth; "but her name is so beautiful."
"Everything about her is beautiful," said Senhouse, "therefore see that
you go to her cleansed and sweetened. Now, when you have found her you
shall beg her pardon on your knees--"
"Never!" said Glyde, grittily in his teeth.
"On your heart's knees, you fool," cried Senhouse, with a roar which
rolled about the hills. "On the knees of your rat's heart. You shall beg
her pardon on your knees for your beastly interference, presumption,
mulishness, and graceless manhood; and then you shall leave her
immediately, and thank God for the breath of her forgiveness. This also is
important. You are not to name me who have sent you." His eyes shone with
the gleam of tears. "Never name me to her, young Glyde, for I'll tell you
now that for every stripe I've dusted your jacket with you owe me forty--
and you can lay on when you please.
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