You have suffered, Anthony; I can see it all too clearly in your face.

But I trust that the dark days are over now, and that better times are in store.

In the sweet security of home we will seek to forget those trials and troubles which have gone before." Dalaber looked round him at the awakening beauty of the springtide world, and a lump seemed to rise in his throat.

His face contracted as though with a spasm of pain, and he spoke in sharpened accents of suffering.
"The world of nature looks--thus--to me.

And Master Clarke lies rotting in a foul prison, in peril of his life both from sickness and from the cruel malice of the bishop.