Well, your poor father is gone, God knows how, though I thought for long that would be his end, who ever spoke his mind, or more; and you with your wealth are the morsel that tempts Maldon's appetite.

And now what is to be done?
This is a hard case.

Would you refuge in some other Nunnery ?" "Nay," answered Cicely, glancing sideways at her lover.
"Then what's to be done ?" "Oh! I know not," she said, bursting into a fit of weeping.

"How can I tell you, who am mazed with grief and doubt?
I had but a single friend--my father, though at times he was a rough one.

Yet he loved me in his way, and I have obeyed his last counsel;" and, all her courage gone, she sank into a chair and rocked herself to and fro, her head resting on her hands.
"That is not true," said Emlyn in her bold voice.