We can easily replace it when we leave, so that there can be no signs left of any one having been here at all." George took the piece of thick, dim-coloured glass, and in another moment Henry had succeeded in opening the window, and the mode of ingress to the old church was fair and easy before them all, had there been ever so many.
"I wonder," said Marchdale, "that a place so inefficiently protected has never been robbed." "No wonder at all," remarked Mr.Chillingworth.

"There is nothing to take that I am aware of that would repay anybody the trouble of taking." "Indeed!" "Not an article.

The pulpit, to be sure, is covered with faded velvet; but beyond that, and an old box, in which I believe nothing is left but some books, I think there is no temptation." "And that, Heaven knows, is little enough, then." "Come on," said Henry.

"Be careful; there is nothing beneath the window, and the depth is about two feet." Thus guided, they all got fairly into the sacred edifice, and then Henry closed the window, and fastened it on the inside as he said,-- "We have nothing to do now but to set to work opening a way into the vault, and I trust that Heaven will pardon me for thus desecrating the tomb of my ancestors, from a consideration of the object I have in view by so doing." "It does seem wrong thus to tamper with the secrets of the tomb," remarked Mr.Marchdale.
"The secrets of a fiddlestick!" said the doctor.

"What secrets has the tomb I wonder ?" "Well, but, my dear sir--" "Nay, my dear sir, it is high time that death, which is, then, the inevitable fate of us all, should be regarded with more philosophic eyes than it is.