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Show 54 approaching the shop. "They look like ordinary.Englishmen to me." "They're ordinary ruffians who work for t'Bishop and t'King, looking for rebel printers...." insisted Hyrum who was more nervous than ever. "Stop thee trembling, Hyrum; thee'll drop t'type everywhere." Hyrum finally had the chase removed, but he was at a loss to figure what to do with the incriminating evidence now in his hands. "Where...where can I put this?" His voice was high pitched now. "There, in t'drawer." Lathrop pointed to the drawer containing the letter. "They're sure to look there! John, Ah'll be put in t'pillory. They'll cut off my ears...and heaven knaws what else they'll do. Maybe it's t'gallows for me. Aye, when they read t'letter, Bishop Laud will surely have me sentenced to t'gallers." "Get ahold of theesen, Hyrum." Lathrop knew there had to be a way to handle this situation sensibly without falling apart. "Here-you tek it," Hyrum thrust the chase into Lathrop's hands. "Open t'drawer," commanded Lathrop. |