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seeet--"

"That I am a convict, Madam," I finished for her, with another low

bow

"Finish it as you will, Master Wingfield," she said haughtily, "but

you think wrongly that she will countenance treason to the king in

her own household, and 'tis treason that is brewing to-night"

"Madarandnorance of this"

Then she caught me by the arm, with such a nervous ardour that never

would I have known her for the Catherine Cavendish of late years

"My God, Harry, you shall not go," she whispered "I say you shall

not! I--I--will go to randmother I will have the o!"

But then o I shall, and if you

acquaint your grand, and

yours and your sister's, since the having one of the rioters in your

own household will lay you open to suspicion Then besides, your

sister's bringing over of the aritated"