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Her rages were never storms, always frosts These are the ed more time So she said very little to

her dresser It came to this--"Ah! And where is the woman now?"

The dresser replied that when she had passed by the woman was in the

ante-chamber

"Very well," said the Countess, "you may leave her there Go" She

pointed to a door which led another way The dresser felt baulked of

her just reward But that was to come

The Countess, still tre from head to foot, took two or three

swift turns across the rooentle lines about her face were

ht over the lips and cheek-

bones She opened the door softly Isoult was still in the ante-

cha over the Book of Hours, wherein she had found treated

of the 'Seven Sorrowful Mysteries' Her short hair fell curling over

her cheeks; but she was boyish enough, to sight The Countess went

quickly behind her, and before the girl could turn about was satisfied

of the a to the roots of her hair, stood up Her troubled eyes

tried at first to meet her accuser's stony pair They failed

irl can face She hung her

head, waiting for the storm

"Why are you here, woman?" came sharp as sleet