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Paternoster This alh it did not

satisfy his aspirations His words burst froo thou where Pity is, in the hope some morsels

may be justly thine Rest thou there, ast not restful in thine

end, and quitted not willingly thy tenement; rest thou there till thou

art called And when thou art called to give an account of thyself and

thine oorks, may that which men owe thee be remembered with that

which thou dost owe! Per Christum dominum," etc

He bowed his head, crossed hiently upon theand had lost his race He did not see the lady; she was,

however, near by, not looking at the round Her fingers were twisting and tangling

together, and her bosom, restless as the sea, rose and fell fitfully

She was pale, save at the lips; like Prosper she smiled, but the smile

was stiff Prosper set to ith the shovel and soon filled up the

grave Then he turned to the lady