Now this distinguished knight was heavy and well-fed, and of a rich and
rubicund countenance. From over-indulgence he had become unwieldy, being
propped up in a well-stuffed chair, one leg resting on a low stool, his
whole frame bloated by indolence and sensuality. He was short-necked and
full-chested. His eyes, gray and fiery, were almost starting from his
head, by reason of some obstruction to the free current of the blood in
that direction. This was accompanied by a wheezing and phlethoric
cough, which oft troubled him. At his side sat a priest, who had a fair
smooth face, and a shining head sprinkled over with a few pale-coloured
locks close cut and combed back with becoming care from his temples. His
eyes were small and restless, scarcely for an instant keeping to one
position. He seemed to pay a silent deference to his patron, allowing
Sir Roger to begin the examination as follows:--
"So thy relatives have ferreted thee forth at last. Nothing like making
their kindred in some sort answer for the bodies of these heretics."
"I came of my own free consent, and alone, your worship," replied Marsh;
"and hope to be honestly dealt with.
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