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Show 10 try to break through torture and imprisonment. It was those powers of heaven that he had called upon earlier this day that had compelled him here. He knew not why. It was not his custom to watch the ugly work of the Bishop. His only acquaintance with Alexander Leighton had been through his book and petition to Parliament, but now...he felt bonded to the Presbyterian. And he, a Separatist. "That was brave of you to defy the guards like that," two small round bespectacled eyes were staring at Lathrop. Lathrop began walking. "May I walk with you?" the stranger's voice was anxious as he mustered his portly frame to match stride with the long legs of Lathrop. Lathrop nodded, looking the man over, but saying nothing. He wondered from what district came this frizzled old man- who wore all the trappings of the pompous, yet whose face was haltingly simple. "My name's Hyrum Whiteside." "I'c; John Lathrop." "Are you from Yorkshire?" asked Whiteside, having detected an accent that was similar to his own. "I was born there. I live in Lambeth Marsh now." "The heart of Bishop Laud's territory! Oh, I too |