At each repetition it rose in intensity. They looked up, and there was the dwarf, with his hands full of parchments, and his face, lighted with fiendish joy, and lurid with diabolical fire. The light being at his neck, a more infernal "transparency" never startled mortal eye. With the word the awful imp hurled parchment at the astonished heads below. Down came records, like wounded wild ducks, some collapsed, others fluttering and others spread out and wheeling slowly down in airy circles. They had hardly settled when again the sepulchral roar was heard: "Parchment:--Parchment!" and down pattered and sailed another flock of documents: another followed: they whitened the grass. Finally the fire-headed imp with his light body and horny hands slid down the rope like a falling star and (business before sentiment) proposed to his rescued brother an immediate settlement for the merchandise he had just delivered. "Hush!" said Gerard; "you speak too loud. Gather them up and follow us to a safer place than this." "Will you not come home with me, Gerard?" said little Kate. "I have no home." "You shall not say so. Who is more welcome than you will be, after this cruel wrong, to your father's house?" "Father? I have no father," said Gerard sternly. "He that was my father is turned my gaoler. I have escaped from his hands; I will never come within their reach again." "An enemy did this and not our father." And she told him what she had overheard Cornelis and Sybrandt say. But the injury was too recent to be soothed. Gerard showed a bitterness of indignation he had hitherto seemed incapable of. "Cornelis and Sybrandt are two curs that have shown me their teeth and their heart a long while; but they could do no more. My father it is that gave the burgomaster authority, or he durst not have laid a finger on me, that am a free burgher of this town. So be it, then. I was his son. I am his prisoner. He has played his part. I shall play mine. Farewell the burgh where I was born and lived honestly, and was put in prison. While there is another town left in creation, I'll never trouble you again, Tergou." "Oh, Gerard! Gerard!" Margaret whispered her:--"Do not gainsay him now. Give his choler time to cool!" Kate turned quickly towards her. "Let me look at your face!" The inspection was favourable, it seemed, for she whispered:--"It is a comely face, and no mischief-maker's." "Fear me not," said Margaret, in the same tone. "I could not be happy without your love as well as Gerard's." "These are comfortable words," sobbed Kate. Then, looking up, she said, "I little thought to like you so well. My heart is willing, but my infirmity will not let me embrace you." At this hint, Margaret wound gently round Gerard's sister, and kissed her lovingly. "Often he has spoken of you to me, Kate, and often I longed for this." "You, too, Gerard," said Kate, "kiss me ere you go, for my heart lies heavy at parting with you this night."