Turning to the left, the knight continued his road down to the northern
bank of the river, until they arrived nearly opposite to the weir, or
dam-dike, where Father Philip concluded his extraordinary aquatic
excursion.
Sir Piercie Shafton, whose brain seldom admitted more than one idea at
a time, had hitherto pushed forward without very distinctly
considering where he was going. But the sight of the Monastery so near
to him, reminded, him that he was still on dangerous ground, and that
he must necessarily provide for his safety by choosing some settled
plan of escape. The situation of his guide and deliverer also occurred
to him, for he was far from being either selfish or ungrateful. He
listened, and discovered that the Miller's daughter was sobbing and
weeping bitterly as she
