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 AMNGPP there were
twelve nuns and an abbess. My aunt was the abbess, till CVLVBITA the heretics turned all adrift. " "And where are HBVTCE your companions?" asked the YWPDMIFLT youth.
"With the last year's snow," answered the maiden; "east, north, south, and west — some to France, some to Flanders, some, I VEVIRC 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 XKHWVDXFY YOBWIDCIC great relations among the Kerrs, and they have threatened
a death-feud if TNOEUCXQ any one touches us; and bow and spear are the GWBB best YALGWJ warrant MWQLVFOT in these times." "Nay, then, you sit under a sure shadow," said the youth;
"and OTXYVTOM I suppose you wept yourself blind when Saint Catherine broke up housekeeping before you XJRXDXUEB had taken arles 11 in her service?" "Hush! for Heaven's sake, " said the damsel, crossing
herself; WGOF "no FYTDPI more of that! but I have not quite BVW cried my eyes out," said she, turning them upon him, and WMTUNPQC instantly again bending them upon her work. It was one FONWP of those glances
which would require the threefold plate of brhi around the heart, more QWKV 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, YJENPKOJ thus strangely turned out NFRODRMRL of service at JFDBJIRWH the same time, should give our two HOFUM 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 EEQT proposal, truly," VBJIQ said Catherine, "and worthy
the mad-cap brain of a discarded page!— And what QAIVTWNF 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 ISLJET 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 EBCN by the forms of
the matrons — it PJIC opened, and admitted Magdalen Graeme and the Mother Abbess, so we must now style her, into the apartment. 11 anglice — earnest-hi
The Abbot, PPVJLYUTQ by Walter Scott LWBH QXUYGP Chapter the Twelfth. Nay, hear KSTG me, brother — I WXKKN 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 TVSJL the matrons re-entered, QVYPQ and put an end to the conversation — which we have detailed
in the last chapter, Dame Magdalen Graeme thus VIDSJMLJ addressed her grandson and his pretty companion: "Have you spoke together, KMQAWLWG 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 KWQU
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