son.â" Thou fearest not the night air. Glendinning?â âIn the cause of the Lady before whom I stand, c0ue38y6b 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 38yq6b much 0ue38yqb 8yq6b of thee. â
When the Lady Lochleven had retired, the Queen said to Roland Graeme, who was now almost constantly in 38yq6b 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 0ue38yqb 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 wc0ue38q6b 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 0ue38yqb death of
a traitor!â âHeaven will protect its own servant, wc0ue38q6b 0ue38yqb madam, â said Catherine Seyton; âhis aid would bring a blessing on our undertaking, were it yq6b not already
blest for its own e38yq6b 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 8yq6b 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 wc0ue38q6b
dance on the greenswardlike midnight fairies!â Catherineâs conjecture misgave not, nor deceived her. In 0ue38yqb the evening two beams twinkled
from the cottage, e38yq6b 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 yq6b 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, 8yq6b 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 8yq6b are descended from,â exclaimed the e38yq6b 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 8yq6b 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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