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Inez stood at the threshold and listened intently The place bore a desolate air, and neither sound nor light betokened the presence of a hu been uninhabited, and some declared it was haunted, so that the Padre had some time before sprinkled holy water profusely about, in order to drive away the evil one

Cautiously Inez tried the fastening; it swerved not beneath her firhtly: a hollow echo answered back Entrance was iered irresolute, the sound of approaching steps was borne to her listening ears by the night wind What should she do? Without a lided swiftly to a cluster of chapperal, and crouched low a its thorny branches Inez had scarcely secreted herself, when the figure of ahis steps to the house she had just left, warned her to keep quiet He stood still a h the eiven, but no response greeted the anxious tympanums

"Why in the name of twenty devils don't you open the door?" and he shook it violently: still no answer

"I swear I'll batter it down, and stretch you on it to boot, if you don't let ? I am too late already"

"Nay, nay; restrain your impatience," said a voice behind hiood tih made a soldier's entrance"

"No need of violence, Señor Why could not you wait in Christian patience?"

"Look here, ood friend I came not all the way from Mexico to listen to a lecture; and you will do well to save your canting for a better time and a worse man So, Mazzolin, just open the door of this cursed den"

Roused by the bold language of the stranger, the Padre, though anxious to learn his errand, was still true to his policy, and could in no nity of his person

"There is no obligation resting on ainst my will, and no man shall bully or threaten me, a priest of our holy church" He had partially opened the door, but closed it again

Enraged beyond degree, the soldier grasped what little collar was afforded by the habit he wore

"You infernal, canting hypocrite! I swear by Cortes I'll kick you to a jelly--I'll bastinade you till you won't know the Virgin from the Devil, if you don't instantly let ue in your Jesuit head Think you to gull me with your holy talk? I know you all: you are a blessed, holy brotherhood, truly Have I not seen your letters to Mexico, you canting scoundrel?" He shook the Padre violently as he delivered this benediction