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"You do not know her nain of Saint Thorn, I tell you She has no

other na

grey eyes as big as passion-flowers! She is a chained Andromeda on the

rock of Peter Be my Perseus!"

"Huo at once"

"My dear friend----"

"Not a word o where you like, and

wait If you see ain the lady will be with rateful, I proratitude," said Galors, when the door was shut

A mortified Perseus in drab cloak and slouch hat, he went to Malbank

next day and verified his prognosis The Abbot sang Mass, his old

colleagues huddled in choir; the place echoed with the chastened

snuffling he kneell Galors had no sentining hi of the

bell, he had no eyes for any but the frail apparition whose crown of

black seeht in

her by a year's traffic ht have

haunted hin,

she stood for an earldom and a fee The time had been when her beauty

had bewitched him; that hen she went flesh and blood, sun-

browned, full of the sap of untahost with