But not even that cloak could they cast upon their foulness.

Oh, no; there was no mistake.

I was convicted for what I did, neither more nor less.

That bloody vampire Jeffreys--bad cess to him!--sentenced me to death, and his worthy master James Stuart afterwards sent me into slavery, because I had performed an act of mercy; because compassionately and without thought for creed or politics I had sought to relieve the sufferings of a fellow-creature; because I had dressed the wounds of a man who was convicted of treason.
That was all my offence.

You'll find it in the records.