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Then truly the feminine soul of this woman leapt to the surface with

no more ado

"Oh, rand, nor Nathaniel Bacon, nor aught, nor

aught--I fear, I fear--Oh, I fear lest thou be killed, Harry!"

"Lest ht ho furnished a traitor to the king be laid to thee, Madam?" I

said, for not one whit believed I in her love for me But she only

sobbed in a distracted fashion

"Fear not, Madao hard that I die before I have tiain for the sake of thy family But, I pray thee, keep to thyself

for the sake of all"

With that I was in ered, I

feared, too long, and as God is my witness I had no faith that

Catherine Cavendish did more than assume such interest in me for her

own ends, for love, as I conceived it, was not thus

I hastened on my way to Barry Upper Branch, where was the

rendezvous, and on my way had to pass the house where dwelt that

woht but a

solidity of shadow beside the road except for a glimmer of white