Men loved him not--they feared and distrusted him; and yet, were it to be known that he had met his death by violence, Miriam would have but small trouble in stirring up the hearts of a score of stout fellows vowed to vengeance.

In the forest thou wilt have small chance of thy life." "Perchance they will follow me to London," said Cuthbert; "if so, it will be small use to fly." "In London our folks have fears for themselves," answered the gipsy queen.

"Half of them are outlawed; the other half lie beneath the suspicion of sorcery, which in these days is almost worse.

They may hover about the dens of the city, but they will fear to molest thee elsewhere.

Thou must take heed how thou venturest beyond the city walls, for Tyrrel and his men may be lurking beyond on the watch." "Methought Tyrrel and Miriam were no such friends," said Cuthbert, recollecting the night when he had been brought to the mill.