There were some things of value--why should we hide it from you, our good friend?
But, alas! that greedy rogue, the Abbot of Blossholme, has them.
He has stripped my poor Lady as bare as a fowl for roasting.

Get them back from him, Sir, and on her behalf I say she'll give you half of them, will you not, my Lady ?" "Surely," said Cicely.

"The Doctor, to whom we owe so much, will be most welcome to the half of any movables of mine that he can recover from the Abbot Maldon," and she paused, for the fib stuck in her throat.
Moreover, she knew herself to be the colour of a peony.
Happily the Commissioner did not notice her blushes, or if he did, he put them down to grief and anger.
"The Abbot Maldon," he grumbled, "always the Abbot Maldon.

Oh! what a wicked thief must be that high-stomached Spaniard who does not scruple first to make orphans and then to rob them?
A black-hearted traitor, too.

Do you know that at this moment he stirs up rebellion in the north?
Well, I'll see him on the rack before I have done.