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"With hih mercy on you"

"That is of the past, and abideth not in ht "He who died on this Cross prayed, 'Father forgive, they know not what they do,' and who is André Lafossier, to be harsher than his Master?"

Not until after he had prayed long and earnestly, holding the silver cross ever before the wicked eyes of the unrepentant savage, did he per them as best I could hat rude ly thought nothing of himself, but, oblivious to pain, his face was ever turned to the prisoner, his lips ht but scattered sentences

"Oh, Christ, this one--unworthy, yet I beseech Thee--Be in--out of the wilderness ariseth the voice of Thy servant--purge the soul of all past iniquity--yield lory forever--let iven for this soul--this one precious reward for my h largely in silence, of the sustaining food which Cairnes furnished in abundance Throughout the meal I felt it necessary to be ever watchful to prevent the two zealots, ere now ht to lead the sectary to his way of thinking, but the gray face only hardened o bitterly all Romish deeds

"Cohly tired and angry "Hold your tongues over those questions, at least while I a as to your Catholic or Protestant, your popes or preachers Be done, and bear yourselves likethe air with controversy while our very lives are hanging by a thread There are other things to talk about just now So, Cairnes, if you cannot bide quietly in our company, then stay here alone while I take the Jesuit out into the sunlight, where we can hold sensible counsel together"

Leaving the felloling to hi the short passage, until we discovered a secure, co-place outside, where our eyes could sweep the full extent of the wide valley It was a quietly beautiful scene at this hour, the glow of the sun over all We could distinguish gangs of slaves toiling in the fields, and a group of warriors, their spears glistening, clustered together before the gloomy altar-house Yet my eyes barely rested upon either scene, for there, close beside the open door of the Queen's dwelling, lance, sharpened by love, perceived the movements of a wouishable, even at that distance in the sun glare, I knew I looked once more upon Eloise It would be difficult to express in prosaic English hat intense relief I realized, through the evidence of my own eyes, her continued safety It see, when she had chosen to ree hands Father of all! how I loved her then; how I yearned to have ith her, to read again the silent e of her pure eyes