"But I will trouble you no more.

Nay, if you wish it, I will go." "It were better," replied Fawkes, in accents of deep emotion, and taking her hand.

"Painful as will be the parting with you, I shall feel more easy when it is over.

It grieves me to the soul to see you--the daughter of the proud, the wealthy Sir William Radcliffe--an inmate of this wretched abode, surrounded by desperate men, whose actions you disapprove, and whose danger you are compelled to share.

Think how it would add to my suffering if our plot--which Heaven avert--should be discovered, and you be involved in it." "Do not think of it," replied Viviana.
"I cannot banish it from my thoughts," continued Fawkes.