Three times did the penitents walk round the fire, the bells tolling, and the crowd observing an intense silence, as the servants handed to the young men books from the baskets to fling upon the fire.
Only one was given to Anthony, and he gave one quick glance before he threw it into the heart of the blaze.

Arthur Cole had been as good as his word.

It was no portion of God's Word that he was condemned to burn, but a pamphlet of peculiar bitterness by one of the foreign reformers.
Then the procession formed up again, and started for its final goal; and Freda, rising, laid her hand upon her father's arm and said: "Take me home, I prithee, sweet father--take me home first.

I have seen enough.

I would now go home.