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The Nore a moment at the door

"My lord's orders," he muttered sullenly And he closed the door on

theuenot's hatred of a cowl; and, in this crisis, her reasons

for fearing it Her eyes blazed with indignation

"Enough!" she cried, pointing, with a gesture of dismissal, to the door

"Go back to him who sent you! If he will insult me, let him do it to my

face! If he will perjure himself, let him forswear himself in person

Or, if you co prudence to

the winds, "as your brethren came to Philippa de Luns, to offer ive you her answer! If I had thought of

! And rather than bear your presence

or hear your argu pause on the word; her lips remained

parted, she swayed an instant on her feet The next moment Madame

Carlat, to whom the visitor had turned his shoulder, doubted her eyes,

for Mademoiselle was in the monk's arms!

"Clotilde! Clotilde!" he cried, and held her to hinonville! Under the coas the lover with

whouise, and

aruards belo