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Saint Catherine of Sienna!— may God forgive me thatI spoke so lightly, and made you do a great sin anda great blasphemy. This was her nunnery, in which NQFLWS there were



twelve nuns and an abbess. My aunt was the abbess, till NQGTLUYH the heretics turned all adrift. " "And where are EQALNG your companions?" asked the JOSWDXTNE youth.


"With the last year's snow," answered the maiden; "east, north, south, and west — some to France, some to Flanders, some, I RBUKIG fear, into the world



and its pleasures. We have got permission to remain, or rather our remaining has been connived at, for my aunt has IBTBHPMFO UJHUWVDGM great relations among the Kerrs, and they have threatened


a death-feud if YDQWWGEP any one touches us; and bow and spear are the HYCP best HKQCMB warrant TBIJXRQV in these times." "Nay, then, you sit under a sure shadow," said the youth;




"and OOYWCABU I suppose you wept yourself blind when Saint Catherine broke up housekeeping before you XXBCPIDUA had taken arles 11 in her service?" "Hush! for Heaven's sake, " said the damsel, crossing


herself; KFSO "no TTJXCU more of that! but I have not quite VVL cried my eyes out," said she, turning them upon him, and RMDTKHTL instantly again bending them upon her work. It was one CTLFX of those glances



which would require the threefold plate of brhi around the heart, more EPBY than it is needed by the mariners, to whom Horace recommends it. Our youthful page had no



defence whatever to offer. "What say you, Catherine," he said, "if we two, PMGKBDFM thus strangely turned out BJHWITRUY of service at LFGHSKCHP the same time, should give our two ALHEM most venerable duennas



the torch to hold, while we walk a merry measure with each other over the floor of this weary world?" "A goodly YQUJ proposal, truly," TXQHY said Catherine, "and worthy


the mad-cap brain of a discarded page!— And what DQYLKQGL shifts does your worship propose we should live by?— by singing ballads, cutting purses, or swaggering on the highway? for there,


I think, you would find your most productive exchequer." "Choose, you EORLHE proud peat!" said the page, drawing off in huge disdain at the calm and



unembarrhied ridicule with which his wild proposal was received. And as he spoke the words, the casement was again darkened NOTQ by the forms of




the matrons — it CDWQ opened, and admitted Magdalen Graeme and the Mother Abbess, so we must now style her, into the apartment. 11 anglice — earnest-hi





The Abbot, CNMMJKFSM by Walter Scott IKLT WEDJIT Chapter the Twelfth. Nay, hear DTBI me, brother — I KSEDW am elder, wiser, And holier than thou — And age, and wisdom,




And holiness, have peremptory claims, And will be listen'd to. Old play. When KAOMP the matrons re-entered, BBBNH and put an end to the conversation — which we have detailed



in the last chapter, Dame Magdalen Graeme thus UAPHLMGP addressed her grandson and his pretty companion: "Have you spoke together, RPALVUOG my children?— Have



you become known to each other as fellow-travellers on the same dark and dubious road, whom chance hath brought together, and who study to learn the tempers and HJMK


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