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"Nay, there's but one King William."

"You say well that there's only one king, but he's King James."

"And you tell me you're no Jacobite?"

"Aye, and I tell you again. I wouldn't have King James back in London for the whole world: but he's King for all that, made a King for ever when the holy oil touched his head and he became the Lord's Anointed."

"I understand not your High Church disputations."

"High Church hobbyhorse! 'Tis the plain word of God." Gervase sprang to his feet and began to stride the room. "What says the Scripture? That the young man David would not lift up his hand against King Saul, though the King was hot upon his life and he lived in danger of him every hour. And what said David to the Amalekite who had slain Saul? 'Wast thou not afraid to stretch forth thine hand against the Lord's anointed?' And he smote him that he died."

Carried away by the power of his own oratory he wedded action to word, and smote the head of a young woman who had just come into the room.

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