Those jewels--I've seen them so often; why, they would feed an army; but while Cicely or her brat lives where is my claim to them?
So, alas! they must die, but oh! the hag is right.

Who shall give me absolution for a deed I hate?
Not for me, not for me, O my Patron, but for the Church!" and flinging himself to the floor before the holy image of his chosen Saint, he rested his head upon its feet and wept..