Only, father--comfort poor Henry when we are parted for ever; and do not--do not let him think of me too harshly.

Say Catharine will never vex him more by her remonstrances, but that she will never forget him in her prayers." "The girl hath a tongue that would make a Saracen weep," said her father, his own eyes sympathising with those of his daughter.

"But I will not yield way to this combination between the nun and the priest to rob me of my only child.

Away with you, girl, and let me don my clothes; and prepare yourself to obey me in what I may have to recommend for your safety.

Get a few clothes together, and what valuables thou hast; also, take the keys of my iron box, which poor Henry Smith gave me, and divide what gold you find into two portions; put the one into a purse for thyself, and the other into the quilted girdle which I made on purpose to wear on journeys.