It was a great venture for her to try such a journey, and if she came there, why, perhaps the Commissioner man had gone, or perhaps he will not listen, or perhaps he cannot come.

What would he care about the burning of two witches a hundred miles away, this leech who is sucking himself full upon the carcass of some fat monastery?
No, no, never count on her." "At least she is brave and true, Emlyn, and has done her best, for which may Heaven's blessing rest upon her always.

Now, what of Thomas Bolle ?" "Nothing, except that he is a red-headed jackass that can bray but daren't kick," answered Emlyn viciously.

"Never speak to me of Thomas Bolle.

Had he been a man long ago he'd have broken the neck of that rogue Abbot instead of dressing himself up like a he-goat and hunting his cows." "If what they say is true he did break the neck of Father Ambrose," replied Cicely, with a faint smile.