To many it had seemed that the dangers of which she was the author were to trouble England's peace for ever; and now that, by a single blow, the cloud had been lifted, some of us fetched a great sigh of relief and had time to pity the fate of the fair woman, whose name we had so lately hated.

So there was not much shouting or burning of bonfires.

But every one felt something wonderful had happened, and rubbed their eyes, like those awakened out of some long drawn nightmare.
When I returned my master and mistress were still abroad.

Jeannette, I found, had carried the maiden to her own bed, and having left her there to rest--and indeed she needed it, for we had travelled hard two days by long and tiresome roads--awaited me with a grave face.
"All this is passing strange," said she, "and I love this maiden.

But, my Humphrey, I have sad news to tell you since you left.