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Below are a list of changes made to the stories of the Harry Potter books when they were adapted into feature films. Peeves , as depicted in concept art for the film adaptation of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. Some notable differences exist between key cast members of the film, compared to the way their characters are described in the books:.

The Blu-Ray edition of Philosopher's Stone includes commentary from director Chris Columbus that reveals that the final scene of the film -- where Harry, Hermione and Ron depart on the Hogwarts Express -- was the first scene shot. As such, some changes in Harry and Hermione's physical appearance can be seen. Emma Watson was initially fitted with prosthetic teeth to make her look more like the book version of Hermione, but this was abandoned as impractical after the first scene was shot.

So be it. Saint Padre Pio said every day this novena for all those who asked him to pray for them. We are invited to say also this novena and to pray with the Padre Pio who is now in heaven. Our Father…. Hail Mary…. Glory Be to the Father…. Sacred Heart of Jesus, I place all my trust in you. Our Father…Hail Mary…. Glory Be To the Father…. O Sacred Heart of Jesus , for whom it is impossible not to have compassion on the afflicted, have pity on us miserable sinners and grant us the grace which we ask of you, through the Sorrowful and Immaculate Heart of Mary, your tender Mother and ours.

Say the Hail, Holy Queen and add: St. Joseph, foster father of Jesus, pray for us. St Marguerite Marie Alacoque. Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle; be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil. May God rebuke him, we humbly pray: and do thou, O Prince of the heavenly host, by the power of God, thrust into hell Satan and all the evil spirits who prowl about the world seeking the ruin of souls.

Louis Roman Catholic congregation , Canada, has been on mission since a long time. She is responsible of the catholic charismatic renewal. She is continuing the healing ministry of F. Emilien Tardif shed had been assisting for many years in his missions. Father Tardif has encouraged and directed her in her healing ministry.

But the only one who heals trough her is ou Lord Jesus Christ. Lord Jesus, come to cover me with Your precious Blood. Come to cover everyone in my family. Come to cover also with Your precious Blood all those who want to harm us or who harm us. Virgin Mary, with Saint Joseph, snatch me from all that is not coming from Jesus, and wrap me preciously, my family, my associates, my friends, in your maternal mantle in order to shape me by the Holy Spirit power, in the image of Your Son, and makes me a really free human being. In the Name of Jesus, I forbid all evil spirit to attack anyone in my family.

In the Name of Jesus, and with the Holy Spirit power, Let be destroyed any diabolical words hat could have been uttered against us, any gestures and any evil ceremonies intended to cause in us anxiety, confusion, oppression, disease or any curse. In the Name of Jesus, I chain all these evil force with saint Michael and by all the catholic chaplets and litanies.

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In the Name of Jesus, I place these cutten ties at the foot of the Cross breathe out strongly… in order to destroy them definitively and I seal them in the precious Blood of the Lamb. In the Name of Jesus, I close all the doors through which the evil forces entered, for an eternal protection and I seal them in the precious Blood of the Lamb by Our Lady of the Precious Blood. In the Name of Jesus, let be returned to those who do harm to us, all the harm they could have done to me, but let it be returned into abundant and eternal blessings.

Visit them, Open thier hearts, convert them, save them. Spirit of Blessing, descend to the level of my intelligence, my imagination, my memory, my brain, and destroy all the causes of trouble. Spirit of Blessing, descend in my will, reinforce it and destroy all the diabolical causes of blockages and diseases. Spirit of Blessing, descend in me heart, heal all his wounds, melt all the feelings that do not come from You. Spirit of Blessing, descend in my body, in my internal organs, in my circulatory system, my respiratory system, my nervous system, my glandular system, my genital system, my muscular system, my skeletal system.

Heal my own deep self from all maternal and paternal injuries that he could have been suffering since the moment of his conception. Holy Family, Jesus, Mary, Joseph, protect our families from all harm, from all discords, from all misunderstandings and divisions, and grant us Your Peace! In order to break evil ties whose origins are generally occult world contacts , it is recommended that you repeat several times this following act of abjuration.

You may hold in your hand a crucifix and use it to draw upon you large signs of the Cross, and say at the same time :. In your Name, JESUS, and through the infinite merits of your Blood poured during the Passion, I pray you to break any hidden ties contracted between me and the evil forces. To do so, with all my strength I renounce Satan and the sin.

I renounce in particular the spirit of divination , of magic, of spiritualism enumerate the cases ; I renounce sprits.. Lord, Thy Precious Blood flow on me, free me of any ties, cleanse me from any ills and from any traces of sin. So that, at last free, I can glorify Thee now and forever and ever. From F. Emilien Tardif , say it after communion. I believe you are truly present in the Blessed Sacrament and in each of us who believe in you. I praise and adore you. I thank you, Lord, for coming to me, as the Bread come down from heaven. You are the fullness of life, you are the resurrection and the life, You, Lord, are the health of the sick.

Today I want to present all my evils, for thou art the same yesterday, today and forever and that you join me where I am. You are the eternal present and you know me. Now, I ask you Lord to have mercy on me. Visit me for your gospel, so that everyone will recognize that you are alive, in your Church today, and that renewed my faith and my trust in thee, I beseech thee, Jesus.

Have compassion for the suffering of my body, my heart and my soul. Have mercy on me, Lord, bless and bring it regain health. Heal me, O Lord. Heal the body, heal the heart, heal the soul. Give me life, life in abundance. I ask for the intercession of Blessed Mary, Your Mother, the Virgin of Sorrows, who was present, standing at your Cross, which was the first to contemplate your holy wounds, and that you have given to Mother.

You have revealed to have taken upon yourself our pains and for your holy wounds are healed. Today, Lord, meet with faith all my troubles and I ask you to heal completely. I ask you, for the glory of the Father of heaven, even the sick to heal my family and my friends. Grant that they may grow in faith, hope and restoring their health for the glory of your name.

Why your kingdom continue to spread deeper into the hearts through the signs and wonders of your love. I am so sure of your love, that even before knowing the result of my prayers, I say with faith: Thank you, Jesus, for all that you do for me and for each of them. Thanks for the sick who are healed now, thanks to those who are visiting with your Mercy. Emiliano Tardif. Father of goodness, Father of love, I bless you, I praise you and I thank you for the love you gave us Jesus, Thank you, Father, for the light of your Spirit, we understand that He is the light, the truth, the Good Shepherd, who came so that we might have life and have it abundantly.

Today, Father, I want to present in front of you as your son. You know me by name. Turn your eyes to a loving Father in my life. You know my heart and the wounds of my life. You know my limits, my mistakes and my sin. Been traumas and complexes of my life. Today, Father, I ask you, for the love of your Son, Jesus Christ, to pour upon me thy Holy Spirit, because the heat of your saving love to penetrate into the depths of my heart.

You that heal the broken-hearted and beams wounds, heal here and now, my soul, my mind, my memory and my whole spirit. Join me, Lord Jesus, as you joined in that house, where were your disciples fearful. We know that love casts out fear. Passes in my life and heal my heart. Change my heart and give me a generous heart, a heart friendly, full of goodness, a new heart. Makes me tick in the fruits of your presence. Give me the fruits of your Spirit which are love, peace and joy.

That upon me the spirit of the Beatitudes, so she can enjoy and seek God every day, living without complexes and traumas together with others, to my family, my brothers. I thank you, Father, for what you are doing now in my life. I thank you with all my heart, because I heal, because it set me free, why break my chains and give me freedom. Thank you, Lord Jesus, because they are the temple of your spirit and you can not destroy this temple, because it is the house of God I thank You, Holy Spirit, by faith, to the love that you put in my heart.

How great you are, O Lord, the Triune God! May You be blessed and praised, O Lord. Lord Jesus, I love you and I thank you for the faith you have given me in Baptism. I welcome you and adore you, Lord Jesus, in my heart and in my life: You must always be my only Lord, my hope, my joy.

Forgive me my sins, as you forgive the sins of the paralytic, adultery and many others in the Gospel. Cleanse me with Your Blood live, inebriate me with your divine Spirit. I lay at your feet my poverty, suffering and my illness. Heal me, O Lord, by the power of your mighty Word, for your glorious Wounds, by Your holy cross, for your precious Blood.

You are the Good Shepherd and I am one of the sheep of your flock: have mercy on me and save me. So I ask you the healing of my body and my soul. You are always the same, You have the same power, because You live forever and you are always in our midst. I believe that you can heal because you have the same compassion you had for the sick who meet you. You are the resurrection and the life. Thank you, Jesus, for what you do: I accept your plan of love for me, because all you do is good. Even before knowing how you will intervene, I thank you and praise you. You are the love of my life. You are great, O Lord, You are God, You are our Father, we pray for the intercession and with the help of the Archangels Michael, Raphael, Gabriel, because our brothers and sisters are freed from evil.

Anguish, sorrow, obsessions. We pray, deliver us, O Lord. Hatred, fornication, envy. From thoughts of jealousy, anger, death. Any thoughts of suicide and abortion. From all forms of sexuality bad. By the division of family, friendship from all evil. From every form of evil, invoice, and any evil witchcraft occult. Through Christ our Lord. Beseech for our child the Lord Jesus, who has loved and blessed children whith a special love. You declared that to such belongs the kingdom of heave, we pray you for our child..

You said that the mysteries of the heavenly Kingdom were not revealed to the wise and the learned, but to the children, we pray you for our child.. You have ordered your disciples to take care for the sick and to pray for them, we pray you for our child.. Your teached us the prayer of children, help us to say : Our Father.. If the minister is lay, especially if he is the father or the mother blessing his child, he draws the sign of the cross on the forehead saying the prayer of benediction :.

Father full of tenderness, God of all consolation, You take care with a boundless kindness of your creatures and You give the salvation for soul and for body; snatch this child from disease, … who You gave to us, so that he grows up every day of his life in wisdom and grace before you and men, may he serves You in righteousness and holiness and never ceases to give thanks for your Mercy. Through Jesus Christ Our Lord.

You felt compassion for the crowd of men. Your passed in doing good and healing : Christe , eleison. You ordered your Apostles to lay hands on the sick : Kyrie, eleison. If the minister is lay, he draws the sign of the cross on the forehead of everyone saying this prayer of benediction :. In your love, Lord our God, save us, You who never cease to keep in your boundless kindness those you have created, look these sicks : raise them up by your right hand, reinforce them by your power, bring to them the remedy, heal their sufferings ; they expect of You relief, may they achieve this hapiness.

God, , Almi gh ty Father , renews us and reinforces us at all st ag es of life by the youthness of His grace. You have revealed your Son, the child Jesus, to two old prophets who were waiting for the redemption of Israel ; grant your servants to see your face with the eyes of faith in the joy of the Holy Spirit.

In your Son, You have promised rest and peace to all those who are overwhelmed by fatigue and by trouble; give to your servants the courage and the patience de to take up their cross every day. You draw aside no one from your Fatherly love, your heart is only goodness for everybody; grant your servants the courage and the patience with their families and their friends.

You show more love to those you find the most deprived ; teach our society to recognize and to respect the dignity of elderlies. If the minister is lay, he joins his hands. Lord, grant them to find around them benevolence and comfort, let them have the joy to be in good health. May they not be afflicted by the disease, but Thy blessing give them the force to spend this time of their life to praise Thee. Lord, God Almighty, you gave to your servants a long old-age. Grant them your blessing : let them feel your presence near them; while looking back the past, may they rejoice in Your mercy, and while looking forward the coming years, they persevere in confidence and hope.

God eternal and mercyful, I bow humbly in the presence of Your infinite Majesty. I adore You with all my beeing and all my strength. I offer You what I am and what I do. I place my trust in Your love with filial abandonment. I ask you forgiveness for my sins. I beseech You to assist me each moment of my life so that in the shadow of Your wings, I feel constantly protected.

O Divine Eternal Father, by your almighty love, deliver me from the snares of the devil and from any other evil.

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Give me the force to walk on the way of your commandments and of Gospel teachings, for your glory and the salvation of my soul. Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, both now and always, and unto the ages of ages. O firstborn Son of the Father, Jesus our Savior and our adored Lord, by your Passion and your Death, deliver me from the snares of the devil and from any other evil. Make me resist the temptations of the infernal enemy, and sustained me by your body and your blood, make me live everyday, following you faithfully.

We have noticed an improvement of many patients with the recitation of this prayer, especially in case of gastric ulcer, diabetes and overweight. This is true for type 1 diabetes insulin-dependent or type 2 fat and adult onset diabetes as well as degenerative complications of this painful disease : nephropathy renal problems , neuropathy, angiopathy cardiac problems , retinopathy, high cholesterol and hypertension. A diabetic person as any diseased person may also unite his sufferings with the sufferings of Christ on the Cross and patiently hope. LORD JESUS, if someone has hurt my soul, my body, my work or my family, may your Power, your mercy, and your benevolence permit me now to receive again the fullness of grace, to get all my health back, and return back to a full union with the will of the Most Holy Trinity.

I demand it to You by Your infinite merits, by your precious blood spilled out on the Cross, by the pain of the Virgin Mary, and through the intercession of Saint Joseph the Patriarch, for the glory of the Most Holy Trinity. This prayer is very efficient for those who are suffering malefices or thos who are tormented by the devil. We can say it fifty times, as a chaplet. The evil spirit is defeated by the precious blood of our Lord Jesus Christ.

This powerful prayer brings a great assistance, particularly to the persons blocked by the action of the Evil-one , and those who refuse to see an exorcist. On her way to the river, she passed a shrine erected in honor of the great orator and miracle-worker, St. Anthony of Padua. She stopped to pray, one last time. As she prayed, she saw St. News of this miracle spread, even to the King who asked the woman for the Brief. He placed it with the Crown Jewels of Portugal, which was fine for the King, but bad for the woman. After the Brief was no longer with her, she began to weaken and lapse, so the King made a copy for her that restored her to her healed state.

Other copies of the Brief were spread to help the faithful fight the Evil One and remind them that Christ has conquered. Beginning of a deliverance prayer I place myself at the foot of the Cross of Jesus of Nazareth, the Son of God, who came in the flesh, and I cover me with his precious Blood. His light envelops me. I ask that the protection of the Blood of the Lamb of God descend on me and on all those who are present here. May his Blood cleanse us of our sins and of our faults and protect us from all evil, from all attack and from all influence of the spirit of darkness!

May the Blood of Jesus cover also my family, my friends, my relationships, my house, my properties and all what belongs to me. He manifests the victory of Christ in this place! May he move away from us Satan and prevent all disturbing demonic spirit to manifest. May all what we will say or do come from the inspiration and the motion of the Holy Spirit. Lord Jesus, by Your most holy Name, by the merits of the holy Virgin Mary and the intercession of all the saints, our patron saints and our guardian angels, prevent us from every dangers and every spells from the bad spirits.

Viirgin Mary, cover us with your mantle of Sovereign Mistress of the angels and introduce us in the victory of the Risen Christ. I clothe the armor of God to resist to the maneuvers of the devil Ep. That is why, because of my authority of christian, disciple of Jesus, I forbid you, evil spirit, unclean spirit, to speak through anyone here. I commend the conduct of this meeting at the sole direction of the Holy Spirit. Before saying this prayer, it is recommended to prepare spiritually ourself with a priest, especially for the spiritual warefare that means to know and to be prepared to say specifics prayers, like prayers of protection, of deliverance, or the Rosary,..

In the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, by the intercession of the Immaculate Virgin Mother of God, of saint Michel the Archangel, th e Blessed Apostles Peter and Paul, the saints Charbel and Benedict, of a nd all th e saints, by the grace of our baptism , I move forward in complete safety with the boldness of the Holy Spirit, under the protection of the Blood of Jesus, to attack infestations of the evil force.

O God, we have heard with our ears, our fathers tell the wonders that you did for them. Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit. As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Our help is in the name of the L ORD , the maker of heaven and earth. L ORD , hear our prayers; let our crys come to you. Let us pray the Lord : Lord, You are the father of all men. Your son Jesus taught us not to curse, but to bless, to love our ennemies to love our enemies and those who make us suffer, to do good to those who curse us. Give me the strength to forgive and bless those who use occultism and witchcraft against me.

I pour Your precious Blood on them and forgive them their sins. Inspired by Satan and evil spirits, they sow disease, destruction, terror and death. By poison and evil, they destroy the mental and physical health of people, their business, their trade, their cultures, understanding and peace of families. Lord, put an end to the insolence of Satan and his servants and her servants, wizards and witches, for fear that they destroy those who hope in you.

Break their infernal power and remove all force of their spells and their poison, we beseech You, for us who have been baptized in your name and to whom you have make this wonderful promise:. They will pick up serpents [with their hands], and if they drink any deadly thing, it will not harm them. Bring back to You these wizards and witches give their names if you know them true servants of Satan and death. Lord shakes the reign of Satan in our country, in the persons attacked by wizards, in this house infested, in the victims who cry to You.

Shamed and despised be the devils hidden behind the geniuses, the divinities, the voduns, or those operating in satanic sects, in esoteric orders, and who are served and worshipped instead of God, may they be bound by the blood of Christ. May they be chased from hearts, houses, celestial spaces, rivers and from the sea, from rocks and forests.

May the Blood of Jesus Christ whashes and purifies Thy servants infested tell their names infested by demonic forces. Snatch them or me from witchcrafts and from spells of fetishes, wizards and sorcerers. Introduce them or me and keep them or me in the Kingdom of Light of Your Son Jesus Christ, the Lord, who lives and reigns with you in the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God, unto the ages of ages. Go to the Cross of Jesus and do not come back! Wizards and witches who aggress us, may God turns against you your spells if you do not abandon them! May God crush those who want to crush the children of God!

May He bless those who bless the children of God. May He reprove those who curse the children of God, according to his promise to Abraham Gn 12,3. Brothers and sisters threatened or attacked by witchcraft, May God give you peace, joy and freedom! May He give you security, health in your homes, in your families and in your services! Amorth, Fr.

An Exorcist Tells His Story. San Francisco: Ignatius Press. Lord Jesus, You came to heal our wounded and troubled hearts. I beg You to heal the torments that cause anxiety in my heart; I beg You, in a particular way, to heal all who are the cause of sin. I beg You to come into my life and heal me of the psychological harms that struck me in my early years and from the injuries that they caused through my life.

Lord Jesus, You know my burdens. I beseech You—by the merits of the great, open wound in Your heart-to heal the small wounds that re in mine. Heal the pain of my memories, so that nothing that has happened to me will cause me to remain in pain and anguish, filled with anxiety. Heal, O Lord, all those wounds that have been the cause of all the evi that is rooted in my life. I want to forgive all those who have offended me. Look to those inner sores that make me unable to forgive. You Who came to forgive the afflicted of heart, please, heal my own heart.

Heal, my Lord Jesus, those intimate wounds that cause me physical illness. I offer You my heart. Accept it, Lord, purify it and give me the sentiments of Your Divine Heart. Help me to be meek and humble. Heal me, O Lord, from the pain caused by the death of my loved ones, which is oppressing me. Make me an authentic witness to Your Resurrection, Your victory over sin and death, Your living presence among us.

Our Lady of a happy Death , Mother of Jesus and our Mother, with the simplicity of little children we come to you to entrust to you in our last moments and our death. With Jesus, you have comfortes Saint Joseph, your spouse at his death. At the foot of the Cross, you have received the last breath of our Savior, your divine Son. Henceforth we are assured that you are with each of your children with the solicitude of your maternal Heart, to make him cross the verge of death and to introduce him into eternity. But, to help us to face in peace this ultimate trial, so rough for our nature, be also for us, Our Lady of a happy life.

Help us, we beseech you, to remain faithful, day after day, to the commitments of our baptism, to the teachings of the Faith, to the practice of charity. In order to achieve this, we base ourselves, with the certainty of the hope that does not disappoint, on your all-powerful intercession. This prayer to the Virgin Mary is related to a twelfth century statue venerated in the abbey church of Fontgombault. We ask Her, to receive the grace of a good Christian death, and we pray for the conversion of sinners and the healing of the sick.

The ravages of jealousy are comparable to those caused by magic. When we know what a great power it gives the unclean spirits, we must do everything to defend ourselves resist any temptation to use it. If it happened to our friend something of this kind, if his beauty, courage, happiness or whatever has been the object of jealousy or envy — this disease has been caused by a written letter or by bad effects of the evil eye — Your, Lord friend of men, stretch toward them your mighty hand, your vigorous arm that can all, come to help your servant … Send him an Angel of peace whose force will preserve his soul and his body, so that he pushes back from him and banish any perverse idea and any bad effect of envious eyes.

You, Almighty God who created the prayer of your prophet Elijah and the cries of those who you were calling for help, You who sent Saint Gabriel the Archangel to Nazareth to announce to the Virgin that she would carry your Son in her womb who turned water into wine at Cana, You who created man in your image and likeness, You who created his Guardian Angels, stand near your servant … Protect him from the spirits of malice, from visible and invisible enemies, give him rest of sleep, move away from him all fantasy and all satanic spirit.

We ask this through the intercession of Our Lady, Mother of Light, and of all the saints and angels of light. On the face of the medal is the image of Saint Benedict. In St. Benedict is the poisoned cup, shattered when he made the sign of the cross over it. On a pedestal to the left is a raven about to carry away a loaf of poisoned bread that a jealous enemy had sent to St. Above the cup and the raven are the Latin words: Crux s. On the margin of the medal, encircling the figure of Benedict, are the Latin words: Eius in obitu nostro praesentia muniamur!

May we be strengthened by his presence in the hour of our death! Benedictines have always regarded St. Benedict as a special patron of a happy death. He himself died in the chapel at Montecassino while standing with his arms raised up to heaven, supported by the brothers of the monastery, shortly after St. Benedict had received Holy Communion. Crux Sancti Patri Benedicti.

Crux Sancta Sit Mihi Lux! Non Draco Sit Mihi Dux. Vade Retro, Satana! Non Suade Mihi Vana. Ipse Venena Bibas! The colour rushed into her dusky cheeks, and her eyes, soft and dark now that the gleam of famine had fled, filled with tears. He was not. That was a fact. But he began to see that it would not do to let her know it. He swore a great inward oath, but he leaned over and took her hand as tenderly as he could. If you knew how beastly dull it was here, month after month with never a soul to speak to, you wouldn't wonder at that.

But what beats me is, why you've come! You haven't risked your life to come to such a picnic as we're having out here! You've got a reason for coming! She nodded, with her eyes anxiously fixed upon him. I've brought you something. Guess what! A sudden light leaped into his eyes.

He handed her one. She felt up one side of her tattered coat, and cut a little slit near the shoulder. Through the opening she drew a long envelope, and held it out to him; her lips slightly parted, and her eyes eagerly watching for his approval. He took it into his hand and looked at it almost as though he feared to break the seal. It was yellow with age, and the postmark was ancient. He looked from it into the girl's face. Her eyes were full of tears. You haven't thanked me, you haven't said a single kind word to me, and—and you haven't even kissed me!

I—I wish I had died and not got here at all! You're a regular brick, little woman, to bring me that letter. I don't believe there's another girl in the States would have had so much pluck. Cheer up now, do. Of course I'm glad to see you. You know that. She listened to him eagerly, and gave a little sigh of relief.

Then she swept the tears away, and smiled up at him faintly. I would sooner have died than gone back to the old life, the life from which you saved me, Bryan. It was all horrid. Oh, aren't I glad I'm here! You won't send me back, will you?

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I may not be stopping here myself much longer. Just let me hear you say that, and I won't worry you any more. I'll do everything you tell me. You say that. He frowned and looked away from her great eager eyes on to the floor. Here was a pretty mess for him. What could he say to her? What on earth could I do with you? Do you know that there are four or five hundred men down in the valley there, and not a woman amongst them? How could I keep you here? They'd want to know why you didn't work, and what was the meaning of those pretty hands and feet," he said indulgently.

They're a rough lot down there, too, I can tell you. Besides, what on earth would you wear? I—I brought a gown with me in my bundle there, but I suppose I mustn't wear that? He shook his head and glanced towards the bundle, which was lying upon the floor half-open. Something he saw seemed to him familiar. He touched it with his foot and leaned forward. Her eyes sought his appealingly, and the deep colour stained her cheeks. A little tremulous smile parted the corners of her lips. I had put it away until you came back. Kind of silly to bring it, wasn't it?

He looked at her for a moment, and his own eyes grew misty. The pathos of the whole thing, as he alone could understand it, was irresistibly borne in upon him. Like a swift vision he seemed to see her struggling across that great rocky plain, day after day, night after night, fighting against the horrible loneliness, braving dangers and enduring privations which might have daunted many a man, and all the while clinging to her poor little bundle, never parting with it even in those last dreadful hours of exhaustion and despair.

Poor child! He remembered the gown well. It was one which he had bought for her himself, the straight tailor-made folds pleasing his English eye. He remembered, too, how proud she had been when he had admired it, and how she had worn it on every possible occasion. There it lay before him, carefully folded and rolled up, and carried for more than five hundred miles in the hope that to see her in it might awaken some of that old tenderness which with him, alas! He looked into her strained, plaintive face, and did what, as yet, of his own accord he had not done or desired to do.

He kissed her. He affected not to notice the look which pleaded for some consoling speech, and gently detaching himself from her embrace, he stooped down and drew from underneath the plank bed a long white linen coat which he had bought in San Francisco, but had found far too small for him. He shook it, and held it out to her. You've talked more than enough now, and you look deadly tired. Good night. I generally do. We are too high up here for the dews to hurt, you know. Call out if you are frightened, or if you want anything. I shall hear you.

A little break in her voice smote his heart. He thought of the long lonely nights of terror through which she had passed, and he was troubled. He felt a brute. For a moment he hesitated. Then he took one swift step across to her side, and kissed her tenderly.

She laughed a little. Blessings sounded oddly in her ears, but the kiss was more like old times. So she did her best to console herself with it, slipping off her soiled clothes and curling herself up on the bed. In a few moments she was asleep. It was the end of her pilgrimage. She had risked her life, had faced a loneliness as awful as the loneliness of death, and had cheerfully borne the most terrible hardships to bring him the letter—and herself; and now that her task was at an end she lay stretched upon his hard plank bed, dreaming as peacefully of the happiness of being once more with the man she loved, as though the bed were of down, and the hut a palace.

And outside, within a few yards of her, the Englishman lay face downwards upon the short dry turf, cursing alike his past folly and his present weakness. His letter lay unopened by his side; for the moment he had even forgotten it. Whilst he had been with her he had striven hard to hide his feelings; but now that he was alone in the darkness he looked this thing in the face, and the longer he looked the less he liked it. It seemed only the other day that he had made his escape; that he had willingly, nay, eagerly, turned over that short chapter of his life, and with intense relief had told himself that it was a past dream of folly, over and done with for ever.

It was one of fate's grim jests, an everyday affair. But it seemed a little hard upon her. After a while he sat up, lit a pipe, and tore open the envelope of his letter. The moonlight was just strong enough to enable him to decipher it slowly. We find that his real name is Marriot, and that seven years ago a warrant was issued for his arrest on a charge of forgery. The warrant was never executed, as he fled the country, but, on his recent visit to England, the police obtained some clue as to his identity, and were on his track.

It was to escape from them, and not to avoid completing his disclosures to you, that he quitted England so abruptly. We trust that this will enable you to come across him in the States, as he certainly has no object in keeping out of your way. We believe that he took another name in New York, but that you will doubtless have ascertained for yourself. Our information further goes to show that he was the son of a clergyman, and started life with every advantage.

Should anything further transpire we will let you know. He read it through twice, and remained for some time afterwards deep in thought. Then, with an effort to conquer his restlessness, he lay down, pulled a rug over him, and tried to sleep. Through half-closed eyes he watched the fireflies gleaming in the valley below, and listened to the faint, lulling music from the pine forest away overhead.

Gradually he grew drowsy. He was almost dozing, when a sound close at hand disturbed him. The door of the shanty was softly opened, and Myra came out. She walked noiselessly towards him, with bare feet, and wrapped in the long white garment which he had given her, and which certainly had never seemed destined to fall into such graceful folds around so dainty a form.

He caught one glimpse of her dusky face, strangely soft in the waning moonlight, the lips a little parted in a faint smile, and the deep, glowing eyes full of a wonderful liquid fire; and he realized as he had never done before the wild, strange beauty of the girl who was stealing like a ghost to his side. Then he closed his eyes and breathed heavily. She stooped down till her warm breath fell upon his bronzed, sunburnt cheek. Then, seeing that he made no movement, she gave a wistful little sigh, and kissed him so lightly that her lips seemed scarcely to brush his.

Still he did not move, or give any sign of wakefulness. Presently he felt her sink down by his side, and her head drooped upon his shoulder. As soon as he was sure of it, he threw the rug over her, and rising softly, walked away in the darkness. By six o'clock in the morning a bright sun, mounting into a sky of dazzling clearness, began to make its power felt. An hour later the Englishman, who had been working on his claim since the first gray streaks of dawn, took off his clothes and plunged into a deep pool of the river.

Emerging, he dried himself leisurely, dressed, and scrambled up the gorge side to the small platform of green turf on which he had built his cabin. His guest was at the door in her cowboy's clothes, patched and mended up. She welcomed him with a little cry of delight, and then a swift, deep blush, as she saw his lips part with amusement. I shall go and put on my gown! He laughed outright, pushing her before him into the cabin, and glancing apprehensively down into the valley, and across to the opposite shanty. There was no one in sight. Come and let's get some breakfast.

I'm starving! Bryan, this is the most elegant place in the world. I never saw anything half so beautiful. He turned round and stood by her side in the doorway, looking across the valley to where a dim blue haze shrouded the distant mountain-tops. In the pure, fine air all colours seemed intensified—the green of the alder and hazel-trees rising sharp and clear against the sky, and the deeper shade of the broad belt of pine-trees which fringed the mountain's side; a great flowering cactus with bright scarlet blossoms drooped over the precipice below, and the rocks and bushes were starred with flowers of strange and brilliant colours growing out of every crack and in every corner.

The dry morning air was sweet, too, with the perfume of many herbs and flowers, and far down in the valley the sun-smitten river gleamed like a bed of silver. The girl, to whom nature in such a guise as this was a revelation, stood there with bright, thoughtful eyes, and with the languid morning breeze stealing through her dark wavy hair, no longer coiled up and concealed. She was feeling the touch of a new power in the world, a new sensation. Hereafter she sometimes associated a new phase of life into which she was to pass, with this morning.

No shops, no theatre, no drives in the park! I doubt whether you'd stand it for a week. Come along, and let's see what you've made of breakfast. The stove don't go very well; guess it wants cleaning. Things look real tidy for once. Sit down and let us have some breakfast. Afterwards I want to talk to you. She obeyed Him in silence. Her cheeks had suddenly grown pale again. She ate but little, watching her companion most of the time. What was he going to do with her? Would he send her back after all—away from him, and back to the life she hated with a great soul-shuddering hate?

Oh, he would not be so cruel as that; surely he would not! Go back to that great hideous city with its garishness and glitter, its cheap vice and all its brazen show of falseness and iniquity! She had drifted there on the broad bosom of an unkind fate; a fate which should surely have marked her out for better things. Vice had no allurements for her. The pleasures of the demi-monde, the cheap theatre and the tawdry dancing saloon, were flavourless to her. She thought of them now as she gazed out at the glorious blue sky, and the panorama of bold and magnificent scenery, with a shudder which came from her very soul.

The sweet scented breeze which swept in through the open doorway, tasted to her jaded senses like the elixir of life. A passionate disgust of cities and all their ways leaped up within her. From that moment the life of the past had become impossible to her. She had been born one of nature's children outside the ken of cities, almost of civilization, and it was but the return to an old allegiance.

The Englishman had finished his breakfast, calmly unconscious of all that was passing through the mind of his companion. He lit a pipe, dragged the form into the sunshine, and motioned her to sit at the other end of it. You've shown uncommon grit, and you've accomplished a thing which a good many men wouldn't have cared about.

I haven't said much about it; I was so surprised to see you last night that you might have thought I wasn't grateful. But I am. I want to show it, if I can. I want to repay you so far as a man is able to repay a service of that sort; and so—". I could look after things and cook for you, and keep the place clean, and—oh, Bryan, for God's sake, let me stop! You were fond of me once—anyway, you used to tell me so. Don't drive me away! I don't care how you treat me. I will be your slave if you like—nothing more.

Only don't send me back! Let me stay, Bryan! Do let me stay! She had slipped from the form on to the ground, and was kneeling at his feet, her eyes bright with tears, and the colour coming and going in her cheeks. She even ventured to lay her arms imploringly on his shoulders, and turn them round his neck. The Englishman gently unwound her fingers, retaining possession of one of her hands. He looked down into her flushed face with a troubled shade in his own. Dare say I am. But I want you to leave here with the expressman, the day after to-morrow, and go right back to San Francisco.

I can't keep you here, little woman, if I wanted to; and if I could, I wouldn't, so there! Her bosom heaved. She drew herself right away from him, and stood leaning against the wall, with a crimson colour in her cheeks and her eyes afire. It was true, what I feared! You came here to get rid of me. You were tired, you wanted to escape. You know that's not right.

I came here for two reasons. First, to make money. Secondly, because I was satisfied that the man whom I had come from England to find, was not in San Francisco. I had no trace of him, nothing to go by. I thought to myself that if he was the restless sort of chap every one made him out to be, he would most likely be off on the gold fever, like the rest of them.

That's why I came, Myra. It's all very well for me here. I'm a rough sort of chap, and I can find my level anywhere, but it's not the place for a woman. You do! And I have come all this way just to see you, just to bring you that letter. Just to be with you! Oh, I hate myself! I hate you! I wish I were dead! Her eyes strayed to the revolver which lay upon the table. She made a quick movement towards it, but he caught her wrist and held it firmly. If I am brutal it is your own fault—so here goes. You came to me of your own free will—ay, of your own accord.

Is it not so? I met you in Josi's cafi at San Francisco, whilst I was idling about waiting for—you know what. Well, you came and kept house with me for a month or two. I was not the first. You told me so yourself. The thing was common enough. I never made you any promises. I never gave you to understand that it would be likely to last.

When I heard that the man for whom I was lying in wait had left the city, I gave you notice that I was off. Well, you were sorry, and I was sorry. I shared up all that I had in the world, and I left you. I may have made you some sort of promise about coming back again, but never as a permanency, you understand. I'm as fond of you now as I ever was—fonder, if anything, after what you've done for me—but you must take this little affair with me as you took the others—see?

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Now I've made you feel badly. I'm sorry, but I'd got to do it. The changing shades in the girl's countenance had been a study for which many an eastern painter would willingly have bartered every model in his studio. At first her dusky face had darkened, and her eyes had blazed with all the wild free fury of a woman whose vanity, or love, or both, are deeply wounded. But as he went on, as the whole bitter meaning of his words, winged with a kindness which seemed to her like the poison on the arrow's tip, sank into her understanding, the anger seemed to die away.

When he had finished she was crouched upon the ground with her back to him. She did not answer him or address him in any way; only he knew that she was sobbing her heart out, and, being by no means a stone, he began to relent. I must be off to work again directly, and I can't leave you like this. She got up meekly, dried her eyes, and sat at the extreme end of the form, with her hands folded in her lap, and gazing listlessly out of the open doorway. All the buoyancy of life seemed crushed and nerveless. Even that sudden strong, sweet joy in these glories of nature which had leaped up in her breast, a new-born and joyous thing, was dead.

Watching her as she sat there, the Englishman felt like a guilty man. He had made some clumsy attempt at doing the thing which seemed to his limited vision right and kind. He was not accustomed to women or their ways, but he felt instinctively that he had made a mistake somehow. A sense almost of awe came upon him. He felt like a man who has destroyed something immeasurably greater than himself; something so grand that no power in this world could build it up again. He was penitent and remorseful, even sorrowful, without any very clear idea as to what this evil thing was that he had done.

Only he looked into this girl's downcast face, and he felt like some wanton schoolboy who has dashed to the ground one of those dainty, brilliant butterflies with peach-coloured wings, and a bloom so beautiful that a single touch from coarse fingers must mar it for ever.

A moment before it was one of God's own creatures, a dream of soft elegance and refined colouring. Now it lies upon the ground bruised and shapeless, fluttering its broken wings for the last time, and breathing out its sad little life. In a minute or two some passer-by will kick it into the dust. That will be the end of it. The Englishman looked at the girl by his side, and his eyes twitched convulsively. There was an odd lump in his throat. That's what makes me seem unkind, perhaps. I'm quite unsettled here! I've heard nothing of the man I'm in search of, but directly I have found him, I shall be leaving the country for good.

It wouldn't be fair to take up with you again, would it? You're not like the others. I wouldn't mind if you were! She shuddered and looked up at him, dry-eyed and callous. I do not want to be a burden upon any one! If you like, I'll go back the same way I came. I dare say I could find it all right. If not, it wouldn't much matter! The dull despair of her tone, and the mute abandonment of herself to his wishes, moved him strangely. For the first time he hesitated. He had been prepared for reproaches, he had steeled his heart even against her tears, her caressings, her beseechings; but this was something quite different.

From feeling altogether in the right, he began to wonder vaguely whether he was not attempting something singularly brutal and unmanly. He hesitated, and every moment the words which he desired to say became more impossible. He turned to her abruptly. He began to feel absolutely conscience-stricken. After all, the reproach in her tone was just. It was as much for his own sake as hers that he had wanted to be rid of her.

There was an element of Puritanism in the man which rebelled against all the irregularities of this wild western life. He liked to be his own man and live his own life! Well, he should have been consistent! Here was a harvest of his own sowing. If his heart had not been moved by the wild, beseeching pathos of this girl's dark eyes shining at him through a cloud of thick tobacco smoke in Josi's saloon, he would never have found himself in such a quandary.

He got up, and bent over her. I'll think it over whilst I'm at work. Don't fret! We'll see if we can't fix up something. He relit his pipe, and kissed her hesitatingly upon the forehead, a salute which she accepted with perfect impassiveness. Then he strode out of the cottage, and down the gorge to the river-bed. Three men, the last to leave their claims after the day's work, climbed up the gorge in the heavy twilight. The Englishman and his partner were a little in front, Mr.

James Hamilton brought up the rear. At the parting of the ways they were separating, as usual, without a word, when the Englishman looked back over his shoulder. Hamilton repeated surlily. I'll see myself d—d first. If you chaps ain't playing I'm off to Dan Cooper's saloon. Who the hell's that dodging about your hut? I'd shoot anything to-day, from a dog to a Christian! He raised his gun to his shoulder with a savage scowl. The Englishman stooped down quickly and knocked the barrel into the air, where it exploded harmlessly.

You can go to Cooper's store if you like, and be fleeced, and catch a fever, and get drunk on poison at a dollar a glass! It's no business of mine, but if you take my advice, you'll stop where you are and go to bed early for once! There's enough blackguardism going on down there, without your being mixed up in it. Hamilton turned his back on them with an oath, and disappeared.

The Englishman and his partner scrambled up the opposite side of the gorge, to the platform where they had built their shanties about a hundred yards apart. Arrived at the top, Pete Morrison thoughtfully hitched up his trousers, and spitting out a tobacco plug, laid his hand upon the other's shoulder. I suppose I may have whom I like in my own shanty. Pete was quite unmoved, although his face had grown a shade more serious. He took off his cap, and began flicking away a few stray mosquitoes. Dan was at the Black Creek lot, and I guess you know what a hell that place was turned into.

Well, they allow that the first woman who shows here, out she goes and him as brought her, claim or no claim. That's what they say down yonder," he added, jerking his thumb downwards in the direction of the camp. I'll take care! Better be mum about my visitor, anyway. He walked away up the little green path, and pushed open the door of the hut. He scarcely knew the place. It had been cleaned and swept, and his evening meal was prepared.

Myra was sitting in a corner, mending some old garment of his. We've had a nailing hard day's work! She got up without a word, and seating herself opposite to him, poured out the tea from a tin pot. He ate and drank with characteristic appetite, and she made a show of following his example. When he had finished, she cleared away, and then came and sat down by his side. She turned a pale, anxious face towards him, and sat patiently waiting for his answer.

It was long in coming. He had begun dimly to see what the end of it must be; but even at that last moment he felt a curious reluctance to re-entering into the bondage of her love for him. He leaned back on the bench, and looked at her, wondering at the peculiar inappropriateness of her rude and ill-shaped clothes with that strange, delicate beauty which was so essentially dainty and feminine. His heart beat a little faster as he looked into her soft dark eyes with their silky eyelashes, and noted, with some return of his old admiration of her, the quivering sensitive mouth, the great coils of waving glossy hair, and the perfectly graceful curve of her throat and neck, gleaming as white as marble in contrast with the low black shirt she wore.

The power of her beauty had always been great over him, and he was beginning to feel a sudden and altogether undesired revival of the curious fascination which once before she had possessed for him. They say he's not due for three weeks or so. She lifted her eyes, and watched him covertly. He had not seemed in any way disappointed or disturbed at the prospect which was before them. Perhaps, after all, he was not so very sorry. He was only human, and the fierce solitude of the long nights, with their almost brutal relaxations of cards and raw spirits, had filled him with a great intolerable weariness.

In the day-time when work was possible, the life was, at any rate, bearable. But the darkness came early, and the evenings were long.

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He had no books, nor any inclination to read them. The man's nature was too large for him to keep himself aloof from those others, his fellow-workers, and besides, he had not the capacity for solitude. He was one with his fellows; a man with all the instincts of a common and gregarious humanity. Through the long day and in the intervals of his toil, he had been thinking of these things. What had been gall and weariness in the city presented itself here, and under these conditions, in altogether a different aspect.

He might truthfully say, if ever his conscience should reproach him in the years to come, that he had done his best to rid himself of this girl's presence. He had failed! It was fate! She had drifted to him again, a flotsam on the broad river of humanity, herself controlling the current which bore her into his arms. After all, he was but passive in the matter. Even had he desired it, escape would not be easy, and in his heart he was not at all sure that he did desire it. In San Francisco he had found life with this girl in curious antipathy to all his crude notions of what was seemly and honest.

A strong and never conquered dislike to their mode of living chafed him from the first.

He had not a particle of religion, nor any conscious love of morality. He went into his bondage perfectly untrammelled by any scruples other than instinctive ones. But in a week he was conscious of but one desire: to free himself from a connection which was utterly distasteful to him as speedily as possible; and it was in a measure the reaction from the enervating period of his brief liaison which had led him to throw in his lot with a handful of men bound for the gold region. In the shadow of the great mountains, face to face with Nature in all her primitive grandeur, he had become himself again.

The hard physical toil had been a luxury to him. He had already learned to think kindly, almost with regret, of the girl who had so suddenly returned into his life. What a difference her presence seemed to make in the miserable little shanty! He was forced to admit it.

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