They were a small collection, all gathered with one object,--the confuting and confronting of Rome.

Like many another Protestant zealot, the old professor had brooded on the crimes and cruelties of persecuting Rome, till they became a madness in the blood.

How well Lucy remembered his books--with their backs of faded grey or brown cloths, and their grim titles.

Most of them she had never yet been allowed to read.

When she looked for a book, she was wont to pass this shelf by in a vague horror.