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The young Poins, once an ensign of the King's guard, habited now in grey, stood awaiting Thomas Culpepper, Katharine Howard's cousin, beneath the new gateway towards the east of Calais. Four days he had waited already and never had he dared to stir, save when the gates were closed for the night. But it had chanced that one of the gatewardens was a man from Lincolnshire -- a man, once a follower of the plough, whose father had held a farm in the having of Culpepper himself.
" -- -- -But he sold 'un," Nicholas Hogben said, "sold 'un clear away. " He made a wry face, winked one eye, and drawing up the right corner of his mouth, displayed square, huge teeth. The young Poins making no question, he repeated twice: "Clear away. Right clear away."