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Rh her purse—"I am well provided for a journey." "A good companion on travel; and, to tell you the truth, Senhora, the one we most wanted." Again Beatrice was left to her loneliness, broken, however, by Minora's afternoon visit. It is an ill wind that blows nobody good. The young peasant left the cave, happy in the possession of a rosary of cut coral beads, which, after much blushing, smiling, and refusing, she had at length been forced to accept. She was also depositary of the golden chain, the produce of whose sale was to be devoted to the nurse's support. That night was even longer than its predecessor. Anticipation is a bad sleeping draught. Moreover, the fear of being too late made Beatrice continually start from her anxious slumber. Long before the time she was up and dressed. Her new apparel consisted of a dark blue boddice and skirt, trimmed with a narrow red braid; a white linen veil, and large cloak of black serge, with a capacious hood; stockings of dark blue cloth—hempen sandals. A string of large black oaken beads completed her dress. Minora, with a true fellow-feeling, had placed