'Yes, of my own will,' she said firmly; but she was near to weeping as she spoke.

Yet what could I do?
I could but tell her that our door--God's door--was never shut.

That I told her; and with a heavy heart, being able to do nothing else, I let her go.

I pray God no harm come of it.

But I thought the man's face wore a look of triumph." "By Heaven," I cried, "it shall not wear it for long! Which way did they go ?" She pointed to the road by the side of the bay, leading away from Avranches.
"That way.