st; -- and that because he
has paid your price and bought you with his own blood."

"You mean," said Elizabeth slowly, "that his life was given in
place of mine."

Winthrop was silent. Elizabeth stood apparently considering.

"'Everything that is contrary to his authority'" -- she added
after a minute, -- "how can I know exactly all that?"

He still said nothing, but touched with his finger once or
twice the book in his hand.

Elizabeth looked, and the tears came to her eyes.

"You know, --" she said, hesitating a little, -- "what
physicians say of involuntary muscular resistance, that the
physical frame makes sometimes?"

He answered her with an instant's light of intelligence, and
then with the darkened look of sorrow. But he took his bible
away with him and said no more.

Elizabeth sat down and struggled with herself and with the
different passions which had been at work in her mind, till
she was wearied out; and then she slept.

She waked up in the middle of the night, to find the lamps
burning bright and Clam asleep on the floor by her side; she
herself was sitting yet where she had been sitting in the
evening, on a low seat with her head on the sofa cushion. She
got up and with a sort of new spring of hope and cheer, whence
come she knew not, laid herself on the sofa and slept till the
morning.

"You'd best be up, Miss 'Lizabeth," were Clam's first words.

"Why?" said Elizabeth springing up.

"It's time," said her handmaiden.

Elizabeth rose from her sofa and put her face and dress in
such order as a few minutes could do. She had but come back
from doing this, and was standing before the table, when
Winthrop came in. It was much earlier than usual. Elizabeth
looked, but he did not answer, the wonted question. He led her
gently to the window and placed himself opposite to her.

"You must leave here, Miss Elizabeth," he said.

"Must I?" -- said Elizabeth looking up at him and trembling.

"You must --" he answered very gently.

"Why, Mr. Landholm?" Elizabeth dared to say.

"Because there is no longer any reason why you should stay
here."

She trembled exceedingly, but though her very lips trembled,
she did not cry. He would have placed her on a chair, but she
resisted that and stood still.

"Where do you want me to go, Mr. Winthrop?" she said
presently, like a child.

"I will take you wherever you say -- to some friend's house?"

She caught at his arm and her breath at once, with a kin