My heart, I have already told you, is another's." "He who has robbed you of it is a heretic," rejoined Oldcorne, sternly, "and therefore your union with him is out of the question.

Promise me you will wed Mr.Catesby, or, in the name of your dead father, I will invoke a curse upon your head.

Promise me, I say." "Never," replied Viviana, rising.

"My father would never have enforced my compliance, and I dread no curse thus impiously pronounced.

You are overstepping the bounds of your priestly office, sir.