I hold mine under the manual of the eighth Henry.

You cannot depose me, for I appeal from the Abbot to the King.

Fare you well, my Lord," and, followed by her little train of aged nuns, she swept from the room like an offended queen.
After the terrible death of the child-murderess and the restoration of her babe to her unharmed, Cicely's recovery was swift.

Within a week she was up and walking, and within ten days as strong, or stronger, than ever she had been.

Nothing more had been heard of the Abbot, and though all knew that danger threatened them from this quarter they were content to enjoy the present hour of peace and wait till it was at hand.
But in Cicely's awakened mind there arose a keen desire to learn more of what her nurse had hinted to her when she lay upon the very edge of death.