thought the old lady , and looked hastily round the house ; but nothing was missing . She wondered why Catherine should have disappeared like this , but she heard no more of her , and in a few days she filled her place . Meanwhile Catherine wandered on and on , without knowing very well where she was going , till at last she came to another town . Just as before , a noble lady happened to see her passing her window , and called out to her , ` Where are you going all alone , my pretty girl ? ' And Catherine answered , ` Ah , my lady , I am very poor , and must go to service to earn my bread . ' ' I will take you into my service , ' said the lady ; and Catherine served her well , and hoped she might now be left in peace . But , exactly as before , one day that Catherine was left in the house alone her Destiny came again and spoke to her with hard words : ` What ! are you here now ? ' And in a passion she tore up everything she saw , till in sheer misery poor Catherine rushed out of the house . And so it befell for seven years , and directly Catherine found a fresh place her Destiny came and forced her to leave it . After seven years , however , Destiny seemed to get tired of persecuting her , and a time of peace set in for Catherine . When she had been chased away from her last house by Destiny 's wicked pranks she had taken service with another lady , who told her that it would be part of her daily work to walk to a mountain that overshadowed the town , and , climbing up to the top , she was to lay on the ground some loaves of freshly baked bread , and cry with a loud voice , ' O Destiny , my mistress , ' three times . Then her lady 's Destiny would come and take away the offering . ` That will I gladly do , ' said Catherine . So the years went by , and Catherine was still there , and every day she climbed the mountain with her basket of bread on her arm . She was happier than she had been , but sometimes , when no one saw her , she would weep as she thought over her old life , and how different it was to the one she was now leading . One day her lady saw her , and said , ` Catherine , what is it ? Why are you always weeping ? ' And then Catherine told her story . ' I have got an idea , ' exclaimed the lady .
` To-morrow , when you take the bread XXXXX the mountain , you shall pray my Destiny to speak to yours , and entreat her to leave you in peace .
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