He has offered a large reward for my apprehension, and having traced us to Manchester, declares he will leave no house unsearched till he finds us.

He has got together a fresh band of soldiers, and is now visiting every place he thinks likely to afford us shelter." "If this is the case," rejoined Viviana, "why remain here a single moment?
Let us fly at once." "That would avail nothing,--or rather, it would expose us to fresh risk, dear daughter," replied Oldcorne.

"Every approach to the town is guarded, and soldiers are posted at the corners of the streets, who stop and examine each suspected person." "Heaven protect us!" exclaimed Viviana.
"But this is not all," continued the priest.

"By some inexplicable and mysterious means, the designs of certain of the most assured friends of the catholic cause have come to the knowledge of our enemies, and the lives and safeties of many worthy men will be endangered: amongst others, that of your father." "You terrify me!" cried Viviana.
"The rack shall force nothing from me, father," said Fawkes, sternly.
"Nor from me, my son," rejoined Oldcorne.

"I have that within me which will enable me to sustain the bitterest agonies that the persecutors of our Church can inflict." "Nor shall it force aught from me," added Viviana.