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"No, no, Inez, you will take cold;" and Mary tendered it back

It was tossed off conteh came the reply--"I aain I a with an inward fire that will not be quenched"

"You are ill, Inez, and want some medicine; tellfrom you or yours: I come to help, not to ask Mary, why is it you have irl? But I aer, and even now I am watched; but no matter, listen to what I have to say The Padre hates you, even as--as I hate him, and has sworn your ruin I tell you now you er is at hand My countryer than all You and I have thwarted him, and the walls of a far off convent are our destination--you, and your cousin, and myself I am at heart no Catholic; I have seen the devil, if there be one, in my confessor I have heard him lie, and seen him take the 's and the orphan's portion Mary, if there was a God, would he suffer such as my Padre to minister in his holy place, and touch the consecrated vessels? No, no; there is none, or he would be cut off from the face of the earth"

"Inez! Inez! stop and hear me"

"No, no! time waits for none, and I have little more to say, Mary, you are deceived; your cousin is not what you think She is a Catholic; for mine own eyes have seen her in the confessional, and mine own ears have listened to her aves and paters"

Mary uttered a deep groan, and clasped Inez's ar--"You are--you must be delirious or mad: Florry deceive me! impossible!"

"Ah! poor deluded Mary: do you trust any on earth? Yet I would trust you, with your white face and soft blue eyes; and there is one other I would trust--but no more You will not believe that Florence has turned from the faith of her fathers? Go to her as she sleeps yonder, and feel with your own hand the crucifix around her neck Ha! you hold tight to my arm: I tell you your Cousin Florence is as black-hearted as the Padre, for he toldfather to follow his advice in all things, yet she tells you not of this: and again, has she not won the love of a good, a noble man, and does she not scorn his love; else why is his cheek pale, and his proud step slow? Mariñita, I have read you long ago You love your Doctor, but he loves that Florence, whose heart is black and cold as this night You are ony; but all must suffer I have suffered more than you; I shall always suffer My stream of bitterness is inexhaustible; daily I a waters Ha! I know my lot--I s and murmur not Mary, I aht; but you ood; better a friend should hold the cup and let you taste, than have it rudely forced upon you"