"You'd better do the deed.

The sooner it's done the better." While he was speaking, one of the three men opened a large clasp-knife, and advanced towards Gascoyne.
"Father," said Henry, cutting the rope that bound him, "you are free at last!" Gascoyne started; but before he had time to utter the exclamation of surprise that sprang to his lips, his hand was seized by the muffled figure that sat at his side.
"O, Gascoyne! forgive us--forgive _me_!" said Mary Stuart, in a trembling voice.

"I did, indeed, know something of what they meant to do, but I knew nothing of the cruel violence that these bonds--" "Violence!" cried Dick Price.

"I put it to yourself, Mister Gascoyne, if I didn't treat ye as if ye wos a lamb ?" "Wot a blissin it is for a man to git his mouth open agin, and let his breath go free," cried Jo Bumpus, with a deep sigh.

"Come, Corrie, give us a cheer--hip! hip! hip!--" The cheer that followed was stirring, and wonderfully harmonious; for it was given in a deep bass and a shrill treble, with an intermediate baritone "Ho!" from Jakolu.
"I know it, Mary--I know it," said Gascoyne; and there was a slight tremor in his deep voice as he drew his wife towards him, and laid her head upon his breast.
"You have never done me an evil turn--you have done me nothing but good--since you were a little child.