Strange reports are abroad concerning my way of life.
The congregation look cold on me, and when Master Holdforth spoke of hypocrites being like a whited sepulchre, which within was full of dead men's bones, methought he looked full at me.

The Romish was a comfortable faith; Lambourne spoke true in that.

A man had but to follow his thrift by such ways as offered--tell his beads, hear a mass, confess, and be absolved.

These Puritans tread a harder and a rougher path; but I will try--I will read my Bible for an hour ere I again open mine iron chest." Varney, meantime, spurred after his lord, whom he found waiting for him at the postern gate of the park.
"You waste time, Varney," said the Earl, "and it presses.

I must be at Woodstock before I can safely lay aside my disguise, and till then I journey in some peril." "It is but two hours' brisk riding, my lord," said Varney.