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"God bless you!" said the friar, placing his hands on his head,

as he bent reverently towards him; "God reward you! Do not forget

then to come to-morrow."

"I will not," replied the domestic; "but go, now, for the love of

Heaven, and do not betray me."

So saying, he looked cautiously on all sides, and led the way

through the passage into a large hall, which fronted the

court-yard, and pointing to the door, silently bade him

"Farewell."