blessings be al our Lord.
Amen.
rembled as ory. old o o undress and t not go to ockings off and put on s quickly and knelt trembling at ed t his shoulders shaking as he murmured:
God bless my fato me!
God bless my little broters and spare
to me!
God bless Dante and Uncle Co me!
o bed and, tucking ts under , curled ogete ss, srembling. But go to op. A voice bade tory good nig for an instant over t and saains round and before s ly.
ts s ao t true about t nig of a murderer. A long srance le. Old servants in old dress aircase. It s . t till dark. A figure came up taircase from te cloak of a marsrange; o of strange eyes at ts. t ers face and cloak and kne only t air. ter tlefield of Prague far aanding on to range and e cloak of a marshal.
O range it o t! All trange. trange faces t eyes like carriage-lamps. ts of murderers, ttlefields far a did to say t trange?
Visit, ion and drive a all
Going old ting up on try morning outside tle. tor!
hurray! hurray! hurray!
t try roads. ted o Bodenstoer cer c ood at tood ry air: try air and turf smouldering and corduroy.
train rain to and fro opening, closing, locking, unlocking tles and their keys made a quick music: click, click: click, click.
And train raced on over t lands and past telegraprain on and on. It kneerns in traits on tmas.
Lovely
All tep rigrate. elcome ephen!
Noises
tain-rings running back along ter being splasory: a noise of clapping of up and doelling to look s sains draossed beds. and .
up and sat on tried to pull on ocking. It was queer and cold.
Fleming said:
-- Are you not well?
know; and Fleming said:
-- Get back into bed. Ill tell McGlade youre not well.
-- hes sick.
-- ho is?
-- tell McGlade.
-- Get back into bed.
-- Is he sick?
A felloo and climbed back into t bed.
s, glad