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 HGBAFF there were
twelve nuns and an abbess. My aunt was the abbess, till ESGIFPKV the heretics turned all adrift. " "And where are NBUEFT your companions?" asked the MTATKJLLO youth.
"With the last year's snow," answered the maiden; "east, north, south, and west — some to France, some to Flanders, some, I FJWLMW 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 TSDMBOUQB QGCOKHIWB great relations among the Kerrs, and they have threatened
a death-feud if KTOTHAJM any one touches us; and bow and spear are the LIBX best FUSKJU warrant YENCXUEM in these times." "Nay, then, you sit under a sure shadow," said the youth;
"and FNUFPFBG I suppose you wept yourself blind when Saint Catherine broke up housekeeping before you CIGNXRVYR had taken arles 11 in her service?" "Hush! for Heaven's sake, " said the damsel, crossing
herself; BVLN "no FIPKVR more of that! but I have not quite IQY cried my eyes out," said she, turning them upon him, and UYMRGEYJ instantly again bending them upon her work. It was one KBTSO of those glances
which would require the threefold plate of brhi around the heart, more RMKS 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, FNQQEWYT thus strangely turned out JWNTOMOPC of service at IXGHHTJBM the same time, should give our two AVALQ 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 HBIX proposal, truly," FFYBQ said Catherine, "and worthy
the mad-cap brain of a discarded page!— And what VPKMEBEG 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 JCNQLJ 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 CNVD by the forms of
the matrons — it LXQC opened, and admitted Magdalen Graeme and the Mother Abbess, so we must now style her, into the apartment. 11 anglice — earnest-hi
The Abbot, FRKFAREBI by Walter Scott DSUR XVWEFB Chapter the Twelfth. Nay, hear TYND me, brother — I DDCGO 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 AYQIR the matrons re-entered, ENTVU and put an end to the conversation — which we have detailed
in the last chapter, Dame Magdalen Graeme thus UHAOERMB addressed her grandson and his pretty companion: "Have you spoke together, QSISNJIQ 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 NLUV
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