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"This is yours apparently, Madeleine," said Soeur Lucie, her broad, good-humoured face illumined with a smile at the child's eagerness; "the sight of it has done you good, I think; it is long since you have looked so gay." "Yes, it is mine," cried Madelon; "where had it been all this time, Soeur Lucie?"
"Ah! that I will not tell you but we will go to the convent at Liége, Monsieur Horace; I would like to see Soeur Lucie again. Poor Soeur Lucie but it is sad to think that she is always there making her confitures there are so many other things to be done in the world." "For example?" "Joining a marching regiment," she said, looking at him half- laughing, half-shyly.
Ma soeur!" the big fellow cried, hoarsely. He had fallen all atremble now; he could have believed himself demented only for something in Rouletta's face. "You mean HIM? Wat's dis you sayin'?" "I mean him you. Who else could I mean? He doesn't care for me, but for another, and I'm oh, so glad!" "Mon Dieu!" 'Poleon gasped. "For why you look at me lak dat?
At the top of a little flight of worn stone steps was the door of the school hospital, and under the ivy-twined trellis stood a sweet-faced Franciscan Soeur, waiting to welcome us. Passing through a tiny outer room an odd combination of dispensary, kitchen, and drawing-room with a red-tiled floor we reached the sick-chamber, and saw the Boy.
"She looks better this evening," she said now, nodding towards the bed where Madelon lay with her eyes still closed. "Yes, yes, she is getting on; I shall have her up to-morrow, I hope," answered Soeur Lucie, with some natural pride in this specimen of successful nursing.
Nay, baffled and misled, you actually suppose that the quarry has taken refuge in France. You go thither, you pretend to search the capital, the provinces, Switzerland, que sais je? All in vain, though foi de gentilhomme your police cost me dearly. You return to England; the same chase, and the same result. Palsambleu, ma soeur, I do too much credit to your talents not to question your zeal.
"Who owns this bird?" said I. It was still screaming. "The good Sister Felicite. It is her room." "Can I see her?" "Ah! non. She is ill, so very ill. She will not live long, cette pauvre soeur!" I reflected. "Will you give her this paper without fail when I have written upon it what I wish?" "Mais oui, Monsieur!"
"Well, I will let you off this one evening," said Soeur Lucie, good-naturedly; "though you used to be fond of coming to vespers, and certainly I don't think you can be very tired with sitting in the garden. However, we must begin work regularly to-morrow; so you had better go to bed at once, and get well rested. Good night, ma petite."
He was growing confused and feeble, speculating upon arteries, and then starting from a delusion of Mary's voice to realize his condition, and try to waken his benumbed faculties. At last, a decided step was heard, and he saw standing by him a vigorous, practical-looking Englishman, and a black-eyed, white-hooded little Soeur de Charite.
And at the door of the hospital the good Soeur received us, a flush of pleasure glorifying her tranquil face. Then followed a moment wherein the patients were ordered to shut their eyes, to reopen them upon the vision splendid of the arbre de Noël.
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