"Then there is the more reason why it should not be deferred.

I hold it my duty to tell you that the fever of your wound will, in all probability, produce delirium.

Make your communication while your senses remain to you.

And whatever you enjoin shall be rigorously fulfilled." "Will you swear this ?" cried Fawkes, eagerly.

But before an answer could be returned, he added, in an altered tone, "No,--no,--it cannot be." "This is no time for anger," rejoined Catesby, sternly, "or I should ask whether you doubt the assurance I have given you ?" "I doubt nothing but your compliance with my request," returned Fawkes.
"And oh! if you hope to be succoured at your hour of need, tell Miss Radcliffe I desire to speak with her." "The message will not need to be conveyed," said Viviana, who had noiselessly entered the room; "she is here." Guy Fawkes turned his gaze in the direction of the voice; and, notwithstanding his own deplorable condition, he was filled with concern at the change wrought in her appearance by the terrible shock she had undergone.