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He had not gone far out of the Countess's borders before he sahat

had happened The country had been wasted by fire and sword: cottages

burnt out, trareen cornlands black and bruised--

desolation everywhere, but no life Death he did coe he sao children dead and bound together in the doorway; at

a four-ay afrom an ash-tree; of a far in the rick-yard; in the

duck-pond before the house the bodies of the owners were floating aht he slept by a roadside shrine, and

nextall this

as he rode, he reached a sign-post which told hi and Waisford parted coht he, "but plainer still it is that of Galors--and not of

Galors alone I think the longer going is like to be o to Waisford" He did so After a patch of woodland was a sandy

stretch of road fringed with heather and a few pines Aith a

handkerchief over her face Prosper asked hih March, he added, they had no conception of it

The aunt eyes upon hih? I see only the hand of man or the devil," said

Prosper

"May be you are in the right, Messire Only we think that if God is

Alht stay all this havoc if He would And since He stays

it not we say He winks at it, which is as good as a nod any day"

"You are out, sir," said Prosper "As I read, God hath given men wits,