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RV 48 (Rh) would soon have thrown Father Philip over her head, had not the maiden with a firm hand detained him in the saddle. At length the restive brute changed her humour; and,



from refusing to budge off the spot, suddenly stretched her nose homeward, and dashed into the ford as fast as she could scamper. A new terror now invaded the monk's mind; the ford seemed unusually deep, the water eddied off in strong ripple from the counter of the mule, and began to rise upon her side. Philip lost his presence of mind,