'But no,' he added, 'I dare not, lest I should further injure one I have wronged already.

Let there be a truce between us.' 'I am no papist,' returned Scudamore.

'I speak only as one of the earl's household--true men all.

For them I cast the word in your teeth, you roundhead traitor! For myself I am of the English church.' 'It is but the wolf and the wolf's cub,' said.Richard.

'Prelatical episcopacy is but the old harlot veiled, or rather, forsooth, her bloody scarlet blackened in the sulphur fumes of her coming desolation.' 'Curse on, roundhead,' sighed the youth; 'I must crawl home.' Once more he rose and made an effort to walk.