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A Monk of Fife by Andrew Lang
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the while with confusion and fear of her anger.

Suddenly a new look, such as I had never seen before on her face in her
light angers, came into her eyes, which grew hard and cold, her mouth
also showing stiff; and so she stood, pale, gazing sternly, and as one
unable to speak. Then--

"Go out of my sight," she said, very low, "and from my father's house!
Forth with you for a mocker and a gangrel loon!"--speaking in our common
Scots,--"and herd with the base thieves from whom you came, coward and
mocking malapert!"

The storm had fallen on my head, even as I feared it must, and I stood as
one bereft of speech and reason.

The Maid knew no word of our speech, and this passion of Elliot's, and so
sudden a change from kindness to wrath, were what she might not
understand.

"Elliot, ma mie," she said, very sweetly, "what mean you by this anger?
The damsel has treated me with no little favour. Tell me, I pray, in
what she has offended."

But Elliot, not looking at her, said to me again, and this time tears
leaped up in her eyes--"Forth with you! begone, ere I call that archer to
drag you before the judges of the good town."

I was now desperate, for, clad as I was, the archer had me at an avail,
and, if I were taken before the men of the law, all would be known, and
my shrift would be short.
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