"He cannot bring my father back to life, and it would be thought strange indeed that at such a time I should visit a man in his own house.

Send and tell him the tidings.

I bide here to bury my father, and," she added proudly, "to avenge him." "If so, sweet, you bide here to be buried yourself in yonder Nunnery.
Hark, I have not told you all my news.

The Abbot Maldon claims the Blossholme lands under some trick of law.

It was as to them that your father quarrelled with him the other night; and with the land goes your wardship, as once mine went under this monk's charter.