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At the moment Janet entered, and the rough Scot
turned upon her, and in a voice of command, said,--
"Who is this maid, woman?" Janet scanned him for a moment and a bit of
truth flashed upon her.
"'Tis the honoured daughter of Sir John Penwick," and she bowed to the
floor.
"Ah! ah!!" He retreated in dismay and for a moment was silent,
encumbered with emotions of surprise, admiration, wonderment and
doubt. "Then thou art my ward and thou hatest me already--"
"Thou, thou Lord Cedric, the master of this great house?" And
Katherine in the confidence of Janet's presence, laughed in scorn and
swept from the room disdaining his commands to remain longer. For a
moment he stood stunned as it were; then started toward the door and
looked after their retreating forms, exclaiming the while,--
"Ah!--ah!! Thou a convent baggage ordering the lord of the castle from
thy presence. Never have I been so talked to before. Damn me, I love
thy gorgeous self, thy beauteous body; thou my ward to have and to
hold.


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