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"Who goes there?" I called out softly, but I kneell enough 'Tis

sometimes a stain on a man's manhood, the hatred he can bear to a

woman who is continually between him and his will, and his keen

apprehension of her as a sort of a cat under cover beside his path

So I kneell enough it was Catherine Cavendish, and indeed I

her She

stepped forith no reat caution

"What do you, Master Wingfield?" she whispered "I go on my own

business, an it please you, Mada curtly, and

I have since shamed myself with the memory of it, for she was a

worando forth on any errand of mystery at such a time as this,

hispers have reached us of another insurrection," she replied

"Master Wingfield, I demand to know, in the na forth in such fashion?"

"And that, Mada low "You

presues," she burst out "You think

because e favour that she