Moreover, before the dawn I'll send the record of it to the bishop's registry and elsewhere, that it may not be questioned in days to come, giving copies of the same to you and your lady's foster-mother, who is her nearest friend at hand." "It may not be loosed on earth or in heaven," replied Emlyn solemnly, "yet perchance the sword can cut it.

Sir Christopher, I think that we should all do well to travel as soon as may be." "Not to-night, surely, Nurse!" he exclaimed.
"No, not to-night," she answered, with a faint smile.

"Your wife has had a weary day, and could not.

Moreover, preparation must be made which is impossible at this hour.

But to-morrow, if the roads are open to you, I think we should start for London, where she may make complaint of her father's slaying and claim her heritage and the protection of the law." "That is good counsel," said the vicar, and Christopher, with whom words seemed to be few, nodded his head.
"Meanwhile," went on Emlyn, "you have six men in this house and others round it.