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"Perhaps she is; but who do you think can tell? she is not here.

But--"

"Where is she?"

"She has gone to Valsassina, among her relatives at Pasturo; for

they say that down there the pestilence has not made such ravages

as it has here. But you, I say--"

"I am glad of that. And Father Christopher?"

"He has been gone this long time. But you--"

"I heard that,-but has he not returned?"

"Oh no, we have heard nothing of him. But you--"

"I am sorry for it."

"But you, I say, what do you do here? For the love of Heaven,

have you forgotten that little circumstance of the order for your

apprehension?"

"What matters it? people have other things to think of now. I

came here to see about my own affairs."