By chance, I met the Earl Douglas, and invited him to sup with me.

What concern, spiritual or temporal, may that be of yours, most reverend Abbot?
Who made you my lord Earl's keeper ?" "Woman or demon from the pit!" said the Abbot, sternly, "think not to deceive William Douglas, the aged, as you have cast the glamour over William Douglas, the boy.

The lust of the flesh abideth no more for ever in this frail tabernacle.

I bid thee, let the lad go, for he is dear to me as mine own soul.

Let him go, I say, ere I curse thee with the curse of God the Almighty!" The lady continued to smile, standing meantime slender and fair before them, her bosom heaving a little with emotion, and her hair rippling in red gold confusion down her back.
"Certainly, my lord Earl came not upon compulsion.