A few minutes and it will be over and I shall sleep, as I think, to awake elsewhere.

Only if Christopher should really live, how he will mourn when he learns----" "I pray that he does," broke in Emlyn, "for then ere long there will be a Spanish priest the less on earth and one the more in hell." "And the child, Emlyn, the child!" she went on in a trembling voice, not heeding the interruption.

"What will become of my son, the heir to so much if he had his rights, and yet so friendless?
They'll murder him also, Emlyn, or let him die, which is the same thing, since how otherwise will they get title to his lands and goods ?" "If so, his troubles will be done and he will be better with you in heaven," Emlyn answered, with a dry sob.

"The boy and you in heaven midst the blessed saints, and the Abbot and I in hell settling our score there with the devil for company, that's all I ask.

There, there, I blaspheme, for injustice makes me mad; it clogs my heart and I throw it up in bitter words, for your sake, dear, and his, not my own.