"The hunt came after us, but I hid these two in a bush and led it away past Hinton to the Ipswich road, keeping but just ahead in the snow and talking in three voices.
Then I gave them the slip and returned.

They'll not guess that we have come to Dunwich for a while." "And when they do even the boldest will not enter this holy sanctuary while the Church has terrors for men's souls.

Yet, here you must not stay for long, lest in this way or in that your lives pay the price of it, or a bloody feud break out between the Claverings of Blythburgh and the de Cressis of Dunwich.

Daughter Eve, get you to bed with old Agnes.
You are so weary that you will not mind her snores.

To-morrow ere the dawn I'll talk with you, and, meanwhile, I have words for Hugh.