If 'twere to be done I would make you hold it in the live coals with your hand." The woman came shuddering, looking as if she thought she might be struck dead.

She took the letter and kneeled, ashen pale, to burn it.

When 'twas done, her mistress pointed to the door.
"Go and gather your goods and chattels together, and leave within this hour," she said.

"I will be my own tirewoman till I can find one who comes to me honest." When she was gone, Anne sat gazing at the ashes on the hearth.

She was pale also.
"Sister," she said, "do you--" "Yes," answered my lady.