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Presently she coht talk, for the as very loud

"It was kind of you to make me so fair a shelter, Martin, and a bed also, kind and very thoughtful, but I shall not sleep to-night unless it be here"

"And why here?"

"Death hath row a little fearful, Martin" So saying she wrapped a boat-cloak about her and, spreading out the other, lay down thereon and so near that I ht rushed down upon us and it was dark; but from the dark her voice reached me where she lay, her head pillowed atabove her, strove to shelter her so wind Thus in despite of raging teh with difficulty, talking on this wise: She: Are you afraid?

Myself: No

She: Have you then no fears of death?

Myself: I have prayed for it, ere now

She: And vainly! For God, instead, hath

Myself: Aye, for a purpose

She: What purpose?

Here, seeing I held ain: "Was your purpose the slaying of my father? He is an old man and feeble!"