"God's church," he repeated.

"In whose service, sir, I defy you.

Go! or if you will, and have the courage, come and stand while I kneel amid the ruin you have done and pray God to judge between us." He paused, with his eyes on the Squire's.
"You dare not, I see.

Go, poor coward, and plan what mischief you will.

Only now leave me in peace a little." He took the boy's hand and they passed into the church together.
No one followed.