son.â" Thou fearest not the night air. Glendinning?â âIn the cause of the Lady before whom I stand, jnklgz3q7 I fear nothing, madam,â answered the
disguised Abbot. âOur garrison, then, is stronger by one trustworthy soldier,â said the matron â"âGo to the hiery, and let them make gz3tq7 much nklgz3t7 z3tq7 of thee. â
When the Lady Lochleven had retired, the Queen said to Roland Graeme, who was now almost constantly in gz3tq7 her company, âI spy comfort in that
strangerâs countenance; I know not why it should be so, but I am well persuaded he is a friend. â âYour Graceâs penetration does not nklgz3t7 deceive you, â answered
the page; and he informed her that the Abbot of St. Maryâs himself played the part of the newly arrived soldier.The Queen crossed herself and looked djnklgztq7 upwards. âUnworthy
sinner that I am,â she said, âthat for my sake a man so holy, and so high in spiritual office, should wear the garb of a base sworder, and run the risk of dying the nklgz3t7 death of
a traitor!â âHeaven will protect its own servant, djnklgztq7 nklgz3t7 madam, â said Catherine Seyton; âhis aid would bring a blessing on our undertaking, were it 3tq7 not already
blest for its own lgz3tq7 sake.â âWhat I admire in my spiritual father,â said Roland, âwas the steady front with which he looked on me, without giving the least sign of former
acquaintance. I did not think the like was possible, since z3tq7 I have ceased to believe that Henry was the same person with Catherine.â
âBut marked you not how astuciously the good father, â said the Queen, âeluded the questions of the woman Lochleven, telling her the very djnklgztq7
dance on the greenswardlike midnight fairies!â Catherineâs conjecture misgave not, nor deceived her. In nklgz3t7 the evening two beams twinkled
from the cottage, lgz3tq7 instead of one; and the page heard, with beating heart, that the new retainer was ordered to stand sentinel on the outside of
the castle. When he intimated this news to 3tq7 the Queen, she held her hand out to him â" he knelt, and when he raised it to his lips in all dutiful homage, he found it was damp
and cold as marble. âFor Godâs sake, madam, z3tq7 droop not now, â" sink not now!â âCall upon our Lady, my Liege, â said the Lady Fleming
â"âcall upon your tutelar saint.â âCall the spirits of the hundred kings you z3tq7 are descended from,â exclaimed the lgz3tq7 page; âin this hour of need, the resolution of a monarch were worth
the aid of a hundred saints.â âOh! Roland Graeme, â said Mary, in a tone z3tq7 of deep despondency, âbe true to me â" many have been false to me. Alas! I have not always been true .
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