Whether it was fear or awe or a smiting conscience I cannot say, but my teeth chattered as if they were in the mouth of a fool, and my knees quaked as if they supported a coward.
Still I knew I was doing my duty, though one's conscience sometimes smites him when his reason tells him he is acting righteously.

It is more dangerous to possess a sensitive conscience which cannot be made to hear reason than to have none at all.

But I will make short my account of that night's doings.

The two Rutland men and I groped our way to the dungeon and carried forth John, who was weak from loss of blood.

I told them to lock the door of the Hall as they passed out and to attach the keys to the cord hanging from Lady Crawford's window.