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 PXRIWW there were
twelve nuns and an abbess. My aunt was the abbess, till EQAPJBVK the heretics turned all adrift. " "And where are LCDVLA your companions?" asked the ASOYPMCSN youth.
"With the last year's snow," answered the maiden; "east, north, south, and west — some to France, some to Flanders, some, I XTFXNP 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 WLUNNKYQH MEJPAUSDQ great relations among the Kerrs, and they have threatened
a death-feud if HCIVECME any one touches us; and bow and spear are the VREJ best IBWDQK warrant PQBWDGIU in these times." "Nay, then, you sit under a sure shadow," said the youth;
"and IGPNWAPF I suppose you wept yourself blind when Saint Catherine broke up housekeeping before you WJKBFDIRN had taken arles 11 in her service?" "Hush! for Heaven's sake, " said the damsel, crossing
herself; NQYW "no NQAEJD more of that! but I have not quite IRY cried my eyes out," said she, turning them upon him, and OCACTXDQ instantly again bending them upon her work. It was one MQNBX of those glances
which would require the threefold plate of brhi around the heart, more ROAF 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, MHBNXOEA thus strangely turned out TPDCJESMG of service at XGEBYRTOU the same time, should give our two RIJTO 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 VERL proposal, truly," EHRED said Catherine, "and worthy
the mad-cap brain of a discarded page!— And what HJHRNDGV 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 BMCENV 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 YFRS by the forms of
the matrons — it NBPE opened, and admitted Magdalen Graeme and the Mother Abbess, so we must now style her, into the apartment. 11 anglice — earnest-hi
The Abbot, AVWLAGEEJ by Walter Scott NNSH DVNYYA Chapter the Twelfth. Nay, hear BEQX me, brother — I FVRAL 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 SPQUL the matrons re-entered, PHLVN and put an end to the conversation — which we have detailed
in the last chapter, Dame Magdalen Graeme thus RHBFCJKB addressed her grandson and his pretty companion: "Have you spoke together, WLAANESN 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 LOFM
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