She died, by her own hand it is said, to escape the punishment of the law." "No need to beat about the bush, Abbot; let's have truth between old friends.

You mean, to escape being burnt by you as a witch, because she had the letters which were not burned and threatened to use them--as I do." "Why rake up such tales, Emlyn ?" he interposed blandly.

"At least she died, but not until she had taught you all she knew.

The rest of the history is short.

You fell in love with old yeoman Bolle's son, or said you did--that same great, silly Thomas who is now a lay-brother at the Abbey----" "Or said I did," she repeated.