“There is no help, there is no hope.
He wondered if they would believe the marvellous tale he should tell when he got home, or if they would shake their heads, and say his overtaxed imagination had at last upset his reason.
In fact he was become a hero to all who knew him except his own family – these, only, saw nothing in him.
One summer’s day he saw poor Anne Askew and three men burned at the stake in Smithfield
He often read the priest’s old books and got him to explain and enlarge upon them.
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