And if you ever come back you'll get worse." Venters's agitated face grew coldly set and the bronze changed Jane impulsively stepped forward.

"Oh! Elder Tull!" she cried.

"You won't do that!" Tull lifted a shaking finger toward her.
"That'll do from you.

Understand, you'll not be allowed to hold this boy to a friendship that's offensive to your Bishop.

Jane Withersteen, your father left you wealth and power.