Viviana may rest assured I would not needlessly expose so dear a life as hers.

But it is our best chance of safety." "Humphrey Chetham is in the right," observed the priest.

"I have heard of the path he describes; and if he can guide us along it, we shall effectually baffle our enemies." "I cry you mercy, sir," said Viviana.

"I did not apprehend your meaning.
But I now thankfully resign myself to your care." "Forward, then," cried the young merchant.

And they dashed swiftly down the declivity.
Chat Moss, towards which they were hastening, though now drained, in part cultivated, and traversed by the busiest and most-frequented railroad in England, or the world, was, within the recollection of many of the youngest of the present generation, a dreary and almost impassable waste.