Why should not he who butchered the father scourge the daughter too?
But I know also that there is a God who protects the innocent, though sometimes He is slow to lift His hand, and to Him I appeal, my Lord Abbot.

I know, moreover, that I am Foterell and Carfax, and that no man or woman of my blood has ever yet yielded to fear or pain.

I sign nothing," and, turning, she left the room.
Now the Abbot and Emlyn were alone.

Suddenly, before she could speak, for her tongue was tied with rage, he began to rate and curse her and to threaten horrible things against her and her mistress, such things as only a cruel Spaniard could imagine.

At length he paused for breath, and she broke in-- "Peace, wicked man, lest the roof fall on you, for I am sure that every cruel word you speak shall become a snake to strike you.