"At least, I can have those chains taken off." "Thou speakest as one in authority," cried Hugh Calveley, regarding him, fixedly.

"Art thou appointed to be my jailer ?" Sir Jocelyn made no answer, but averted his head.
"This only was wanting to fill up the measure of my scorn for thee," pursued the Puritan.

"Thou art worthy of thine office.

But show me no favour, for I will receive none at thy hands.

I would rather wear these fetters to my death, however much they may gall my limbs, than have them struck off by thee.