The other was the girl, the daughter of James More.
I had seen but little of her; yet my view was taken and my judgment made.

I thought her a lass of a clean honour, like a man's; I thought her one to die of a disgrace; and now I believed her father to be at that moment bargaining his vile life for mine.

It made a bond in my thoughts betwixt the girl and me.

I had seen her before only as a wayside appearance, though one that pleased me strangely; I saw her now in a sudden nearness of relation, as the daughter of my blood foe, and I might say, my murderer.

I reflected it was hard I should be so plagued and persecuted all my days for other folk's affairs, and have no manner of pleasure myself.