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CHAPTER XI-3
He stopped abruptly at the threshold. “ The time for thinking is past,” he said. “It is decision I came for.” “ I will think the matter over,” I repeated, then added, as afterthought: “If the lady’s plans do not accord with mine, then mayhap the plans of your master may fruit as he desires. For remember, priest, he is no master of mine.” “ You do not know my master,” he said solemnly. “ Nor do I wish to know him,” I retorted. And I listened to the lithe, light step of the little intriguing priest go down the creaking stairs. Did I go into the minutiæ of detail of all that I saw this half a day and half a night that I was Count Guillaume de Sainte-Maure, not ten books the size of this I am writing could contain the totality of the matter. Much I shall skip; in fact, I shall ski
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