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For it was no coeance, coarse and cluined in the dark hours of the night, when his

feverish brain kept hione but a little way towards satisfying hi from

his arms the woman for whom he had sinned, to subject her to shame and

torture in the depths of some convent, and finally to burn her as a

witch--it was that which had seeeance sweet in theseemed unattainable in the circumstances The city was

cowed; the priest knew that no dependence was to be placed on Montsoreau,

whose vice was avarice and whose object was plunder To the Archdeacon's

feeble words, therefore, "We must look," the priest retorted sternly,

"not to M de Montsoreau, reverend Father, but to the pious of Angers! We

must cry in the streets, 'They do violence to God! They wound God and

His Mother!' And so, and so only, shall the unholy thing be rooted out!"

"A his head; and his dull

eyes glohile "Aain upon his

breast

But the Canons of Angers looked doubtfully at one another, and ti for theth, "I do not know," Lescot muttered

timidly

"You do not know?"

"What can be done!"

"The people will know!" Father Pezelay retorted "Trust them!"