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Chapter 42

           Cedricstartedbackasfarasthewalloftheapartmentwouldpermit,and,leaningagainstitasoneunabletosupporthimself,gazedonthefigureofhisfriendwitheyesthatseemedfixed,andamouthwhichheappearedincapableofshutting.Ivanhoecrossedhimself,repeatingprayersinSaxon,Latin,orNorman-French,astheyoccurredtohismemory,whileRichardalternatelysaid,"Benedicite",andswore,"Mortdemavie!"

           Inthemeantime,ahorriblenoisewasheardbelowstairs,somecrying,"Securethetreacherousmonks!"—others,"Downwiththemintothedungeon!"—others,"Pitchthemfromthehighestbattlements!"

           "InthenameofGod!"saidCedric,addressingwhatseemedthespectreofhisdepartedfriend,"ifthouartmortal,speak!—ifadepartedspirit,sayforwhatcausethoudostrevisitus,orifIcandoaughtthatcansetthyspiritatrepose.—Livingordead,nobleAthelstane,speaktoCedric!"

           "Iwill,"saidthespectre,verycomposedly,"whenIhavecollectedbreath,andwhenyougivemetime—Alive,saidstthou?—Iamasmuchaliveashecanbewhohasfedonbreadandwaterforthreedays,whichseemthreeages—Yes,breadandwater,FatherCedric!ByHeaven,andallsaintsinit,betterfoodhathnotpassedmyweasandforthreelivelongdays,andbyGod’sprovidenceitisthatIamnowheretotellit."

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