Good William! what a son-in-law I should have! I who transported one priest already!" "Well, sir, as I was saying, until we shall have succeeded in hanging or transporting him.

The first would be the safest, no doubt: but until we shall be able to accomplish either one or the other, we have not much to expect in the shape of compliance from your daughter.

When the villain is removed, however, hope, on her part, will soon die out--love will lose its _pabulum_." "Its what ?" asked the squire, staring at him with a pair of round eyes that were full of perplexity and wonder.
"Why, it means food, or rather fodder." "Curse you, sir," replied the squire indignantly; "do you want to make a beast of my daughter ?" "But it's a word, sir, applied by the poets, as the food of Cupid." "Cupid! I thought he was drowned in the honey-pot, yet he's up again, and as brisk as ever, it appears.

However, go on--let us understand fairly what you're at.

I think I see a glimpse of it; and knowing your character upon the subject of persecution as I do, it's more, I must say, than I expected from you.