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"I beg you will both be at peace, Messieurs," broke in the soft, caressing voice atover me I am not worthy a ruptured friendship Yet I fail to understand any occasion for your see trouble; has the older e! 'tis precious little that ever bothers him The fellow is a Puritan preacher--of the sauenots--and possesses a head as hard as an oaken plank"

I nearly laughed at the unrestrained expression of aversion which swept the girlish face An instant the black eyes lost their gentleness, the thin fingers clutched the silver cross

"Mother of God! a heretic! a preacher of that doctrine! Never before have I met his kind, nor do I care now to make close acquaintance A Puritan! Sainte Marie, have mercy! Yet surely in such stress as this we may for the tiether? Is it not God's will? But I know little of conditions Is there some path open for escape from here? Then will I let this Puritan be, save for a prayer to the Virgin"

"I fear there is none, unless you know of so to this rock hole"

He shook his head sadly, his gaze still on Cairnes

"None, Monsieur; the passage endeth here"

"Then the three of us are safely cooped for those savages to work their will upon No pleasant thought that, yet little good can arise froht it out, and let others do the praying Let us retrace our way to the big room, where we can hold council into the upper air Cairnes, lay hold upon the other side, and help to bear back this lareatly his compliance with my order, and determined to settle this affair between us without h and