No more can bonds and ties of blood hold you.

Your larger duty calls to battle against this man.

Treachery?
A thousand times, no! Treason to tyrants is obedience to God! Or, if not God, then to mankind!" He paused and looked at her.

They had now reached a little park, some half mile from the grim and dour old walls of the Federal Pen.

Trees and grass and playing children seemed to invite them to stop and rest.
Though strong, moreover, Gabriel had for so long been unused to walking, that even this short distance had tired him a little.