"For, though you have trusted me with nothing that can implicate others, I plainly perceive some plot is in agitation for the restoration of our religion, and I more than suspect Mr.Catesby is its chief contriver." "Daughter!" exclaimed Oldcorne, uneasily.
"Fear nothing, father," she rejoined.

"As I have said, the rack shall not force me to betray you.

Neither should it keep me silent when I feel that my counsel--such as it is--may avail you.

The course you are pursuing is a dangerous and fatal one; dangerous to yourselves, and fatal to the cause you would serve.

Do not deceive yourselves.