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    or two others were passing from room to room, with
    the notable and stirring industry of handmaidens, busied in the more
    familiar cares of the household. A door communicated with an inner and
    superior apartment. Here was a smaller but an equally cheerful fire, a
    floor which had recently been swept, while that without had been freshly
    sprinkled with river sand; candles of tallow, on a table of cherry-wood
    from the neighboring forest; walls that were wainscoted in the black oak
    of the country, and a few other articles, of a fashion so antique, and of
    ornaments so ingenious and rich, as to announce that they had been
    transported from beyond sea. Above the mantel were suspended the armorial
    bearings of the Heathcotes and the Hardings, elaborately emblazoned in
    tent-stitch.

    The principal personages of the family were seated around the latter
    hearth, while a straggler from the other room, of more than usual
    curiosity, had placed himself among them, marking the distinction in
    ranks, or rather in situation, merely by the extraordinary care which he
    took that none of the scrapings should litter the spotless oaken floor.

    Until this period of the evening, the duties of hospitality and the
    observances of religion had prevented familiar discourse. But the offices
    of the housewife were now ended for the night, the handmaidens had all
    retired to their wheels, and, as the bustle of a busy and more stirring
    domestic industry ceased, the cold and self-restrained silence which had
    hitherto only been broken by distant and brief observations of courtesy,
    or by some wholesome allusion to the lost and probationary condition of
    man, seemed to invite an intercourse of a more general character.

    "You entered my clearing by the southern path," commenced Mark Heathcote,
    addressing himself to his guest with sufficient courtesy, "and needs must
    bring tidings from the towns on the river side. Has aught been done by our
    councillors, at home, in the matter that pertaineth so closely to the
    well-being of this colony?"

    "You would have me say whether he that now sitteth on the throne of
    England, hath listened to the petitions of his people in this province,
    and hath granted them protection against the abuses which might so readily
    flow out of his own ill-advised will or out of the violence and injustice

    of his successors?

    "We will render unto Cæsar the things that are Cæsar's; and speak
    reverently of men having authority. I would fain know whether the agent
    sent by our people hath gained the ears of those who counsel the prince,
    and obtained that which he sought?"

    "He hath done more," returned the stranger, with singular asperity; "he
    hath even gained the
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