If you buried them in a coffin, six foot underground, still they would shine through the solid earth and declare themselves.

This is his plan--to strip you of everything ere his master, Cromwell, gets a hold of you; and if you go to him empty-handed, what chance has your suit with Vicar-General Cromwell, the hungriest shark of all--save one ?" "We understand," said Emlyn; "but what is your plan, Cousin Smith ?" "Mine?
I don't know that I have one.

Still, here is that which might do.
Though I seem so small and humble, I am remembered at Court--when money is wanted, and just now much money is wanted, for soon they will be in arms in Yorkshire--and therefore I am much remembered.

Now, if you care to give Dr.Legh the go-by and leave your cause to me, perhaps I might serve you as cheaply as another." "At what charge ?" blurted out Emlyn.
The old man turned on her indignantly, asking-- "Cousin, how have I defrauded you or your mistress, that you should insult me to my face?
Go to! you do not trust me.

Go to, with your jewels, and seek some other helper!" and he went to the panelling as though to collect them again.
"Nay, nay, Master Smith," said Cicely, catching him by the arm; "be not angry with Emlyn.