And take heed that thine own turn comes not next.

I will spare neither son nor daughter that I find tampering with the pestilent doctrines of heretics!" So saying, the angry man strode away himself in search of the weapon of chastisement, and whilst Petronella sobbed aloud in her agony of pity, Cuthbert looked round with a strange smile to say: "Do not weep so bitterly, my sister; it will soon be over, and it is the last beating I will ever receive at his hands.

This settles it--this decides me.

I leave this house this very night, and I return no more until I have won my right to be treated no longer as a slave and a dog." "Alas, my brother! wilt thou really go ?" "Ay, that will I, and this very night to boot." "This night! But I fear me he will lock thee in this chamber here." "I trust he may; so may I the better effect my purpose.

Listen, sister, for he will return right soon, and I must be brief.