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"And you, by your leave," Tavannes sneered, "are--"

"Archdeacon and Vicar of the Bishop of Angers and Prior of the Lesser

Brethren of St Gerers," the dignitary continued, puffing out his cheeks, "and Chaplain

to the Lieutenant-Governor of Saulove, and well embroidered!" Tavannes retorted in a tone of

disdain "The hand I see yonder!" He pointed to the lean parchment mask

of Father Pezelay, who coloured ever so faintly, but held his peace under

the sneer "You are bound for Angers?" Count Hannibal continued "For

what purpose, Sir Prior?"

"His Grace the Bishop is absent, and in his absence--"

"You go to fill his city with strife! I know you! Not you!" he

continued, conte the third

of the principal figures of the party "But you! You were the Cure who

got the ether last All Souls'"

"I speak the words of Hi face and dull curtained eyes gave no promise of the fits

of frenzied eloquence which had made his pulpit famous in Paris

"Then Kill and Burn are His alphabet!" Tavannes retorted, and heedless of

the start of horror which a saying so near blasphe the

Churchmen, he turned to Father Pezelay "And you! You, too, I know!" he

continued "And you know me! And take this from me Turn, father!

Turn! Or worse than a broken head--you bear the scar, I see--will befall

you These good persons, whom you have moved, unless I am in error, to