Only make me to see what Thou wilt have of me, that I may know whether Thou hast set before me an open door elsewhere, and art driving me thither, or whether Thou wouldst that I should return whence I came, and abide there whatever may befall me." For the farther Garret travelled, the more fearful did he become that he was doing wrong in taking flight after this sort.

To fly before his persecutors was one thing--his conscience did not upbraid him for that; but to go into Dorsetshire, to present himself to Anthony Dalaber's brother under a false name, to become curate to a man whose own brother termed him a "rank Papist"-- was that indeed his bounden duty?
Was that a right or righteous course to pursue?
But if he gave up that purpose, what next?
He knew not whither to turn, or where he might go with safety.

The arm of the cardinal was long.

He had eyes that reached far and wide.

All Garret's own haunts were likely to be closely watched.
The man felt the fire of zeal burning hotly within him.