Thomas Wingfold. Volume II by George MacDonald

That was the sole chink in the prison where these two sat immured / alone from their kind -- unless, indeed, the curate might know of / another.

One thing Helen had ground for being certain of -- that the curate / would tell them no more than he knew. Even George Bascombe, who did / not believe one thing he said, counted him an honest man! Might she / venture to consult him, putting the case as of a person who had done / very wrong -- say stolen money or committed forgery or something? / Might she not thus gather a little honey of comfort and bring it / home to Leopold?