"Freda, I am going to London with Master Clarke.

We start at noon today.

We travel by road and river, and hope to accomplish our journey in three days.

You will wish me Godspeed ere I go ?" Freda, her hands full of golden king cups, the sunshine of the morning lighting her fair face and deep, dark eyes, turned at the sound of the voice beside her, and met the burning glance of Anthony Dalaber.
"You go to see the burning of the books!" she said, speaking under her breath.

"O Anthony, how canst thou ?--the Word of God!" "Better they should burn the insentient books than the men who preach the living Word!" spoke Anthony, suddenly putting out his hands and clasping hers.