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 WPTUYN there were
twelve nuns and an abbess. My aunt was the abbess, till AHXYSSYB the heretics turned all adrift. " "And where are RIRHED your companions?" asked the VKTDSASES youth.
"With the last year's snow," answered the maiden; "east, north, south, and west — some to France, some to Flanders, some, I WURMQM 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 MEMVDLPXN QPVIACOXO great relations among the Kerrs, and they have threatened
a death-feud if IDIJWOET any one touches us; and bow and spear are the LVGC best IUJVRO warrant JJMWCEVM in these times." "Nay, then, you sit under a sure shadow," said the youth;
"and GABFPMIA I suppose you wept yourself blind when Saint Catherine broke up housekeeping before you XHQCBCXKG had taken arles 11 in her service?" "Hush! for Heaven's sake, " said the damsel, crossing
herself; IHPE "no MXNAEO more of that! but I have not quite IBR cried my eyes out," said she, turning them upon him, and EIXOCQEA instantly again bending them upon her work. It was one JTVKM of those glances
which would require the threefold plate of brhi around the heart, more GARK 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, KAQOEIAA thus strangely turned out WWYJIRNSC of service at VTFVTNJJD the same time, should give our two MTGOG 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 NBSM proposal, truly," PPUEV said Catherine, "and worthy
the mad-cap brain of a discarded page!— And what AXFTKVBU 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 FIABWO 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 YQXO by the forms of
the matrons — it UCSG opened, and admitted Magdalen Graeme and the Mother Abbess, so we must now style her, into the apartment. 11 anglice — earnest-hi
The Abbot, LRECLXPRW by Walter Scott YPVF KXAQTY Chapter the Twelfth. Nay, hear ISAV me, brother — I FSHJM 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 JNWBP the matrons re-entered, DGDBX and put an end to the conversation — which we have detailed
in the last chapter, Dame Magdalen Graeme thus UYALUFXV addressed her grandson and his pretty companion: "Have you spoke together, FPRGAKHV 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 PNSH
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