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"No, nothing!" said the Monk, after a long interval of weeping,

his face covered by his hands. "Why should the poor fellow know

that he has a father who has hidden himself from the world as a

scoundrel and a murderer? God sees how I longed to tell him, but

of that consolation I will make an offering to God, to expiate my

former sins."

"Then," said the Judge, "it is now time for you to think of

yourself. Pray reflect that a man of your age, in your weak

condition, would be unable to emigrate along with the others. You

have said that you know a little house where you must hide; tell

me where it is. We must hasten, the waggon is waiting, ready

harnessed; would it not be better to go to the woods, to the

forester's hut?"

"Early to-morrow morning will be time enough," said Robak,

nodding his head. "Now, my brother, send for the priest to come

here as quickly as may be with the viaticum; send off every one

but the Warden, and shut the door."