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"Vain is the help of esture of sublihtier than you!"

And, leaning his head on his hands, he covered his face

The Archdeacon and the churchmen looked at him, and from him their scared

eyes passed to one another Their one desire noas to be quit of the

matter, to have done with it, to escape; and one by one with the air of

whipped curs they rose to their feet, and in a hurry to be gone ot themselves out of the room Lescot

and the printer were not slow to follow, and in less than a e preachers, the men from Paris, remained the only occupants of

the chamber; save, to be precise, a lean official in rusty black, who

throughout the conference had sat by the door

Until the last shuffling footstep had ceased to sound in the still

cloister no one spoke Then Father Pezelay looked up, and the eyes of

the two priests aze

"What think you?" Pezelay muttered at last

"Wet hay," the other answered dreah At what hour does he state his will?"

"At noon"

"In the Council Chaiven out"

"It is three hundred yards frouarded," the Cure of St-Benoist continued in the same dull fashion "He

cannot leave many in the house with the woman If it were attacked in

his absence--"

"He would return, and--" Father Pezelay shook his head, his cheek turned

a shade paler Clearly, he saith his mind's eye more than he