Not for worlds would he injure her;--that is, not for worlds, had any worlds been exclusively his own.

On account of the Scroope world,--which was a world general rather than particular,--no doubt he must injure her most horribly.

But still she was his dear Kate, his own Kate, his Kate whom he would never desert.
When he came up to the cottage the little gate was open, and he knew that somebody was there besides the usual inmates.

His heart at once told him that it was the priest.

His fate had brought him face to face with his two enemies at once! His breath almost left him, but he knew that he could not run away.