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Updated: June 19, 2025
Maria Addolorata started and rose from her seat, still holding her needlework, and turning half round towards her superior, with suddenly downcast eyes. The elder lady came forward with slow dignity and walked as far as the door of the balcony, where she stood still for a moment, gazing at the beautiful sky.
"Sister Maria Addolorata will speak with you," said the portress's voice, as he approached his face to the little grating. He felt an odd little thrill of pleasant surprise. But so far as seeing anything was concerned, he was disappointed. Instead of one veiled nun, there were now two veiled nuns.
In all probability she would recover, for the more alarming symptoms had disappeared, and she showed signs of regaining her strength by slow degrees. It was quite clear to Dalrymple that, after her ultimate recovery, his chance of seeing and talking with Maria Addolorata would be gone forever. Sor Tommaso, indeed, recovered but slowly.
Dalrymple took off his hat and stooped low to enter through the small side-door. As soon as he had passed the threshold, he stood up to his height and then made a low bow to Maria Addolorata, whose veil now quite covered her eyes and prevented her from seeing him, a fact which he realized immediately.
She sang like her, too at the last minute Nanna thought she saw poor sister Maria Addolorata standing up dead and singing. It was rather strange." Lord Redin said nothing. He had bowed his head so that Francesca could not see his face, but she saw that his hands were trembling violently.
At last Maria Addolorata, as though impatient at the long absence of the portress, tapped the pavement softly with her sandal slipper, and turned her head in the direction of the arches as though to listen for approaching footsteps. "I hope that the abbess is no worse than when Doctor Taddei saw her last night," observed Dalrymple.
Many an old Italian doctor can tell of even stranger and more absurd precautions observed by the nuns of those days. As soon as the oral examination was over, Maria Addolorata shut the door and came out into the parlour, where Dalrymple finished his visit, prolonging it in conversation with her by every means he could devise.
She was at the bedroom door in an instant, and in an instant more she was at her aunt's bedside. "Maria I am dying," said the abbess's voice faintly, as she felt the nun's arm under her head. Dalrymple heard the words, and did not hesitate as he hastily felt for something in his pocket. "Come!" cried Maria Addolorata.
I am disposed. I am her most reverend excellency's very humble servant. But I cannot perform miracles. Pray to the Madonna to perform them. I have not even seen the tip of her most reverend excellency's most wise tongue. What can I do?" "Well, then, come back to-morrow morning, and I will see you here," said Maria Addolorata.
"Shall I never see you, Sister Maria?" he asked. "Me? But you see me every day " "Yes, but your face, without the veil." Maria Addolorata shook her head. "It is against all rules," she answered. "Is it not against all rules that we should sit here and make conversation every day for half an hour?" "Yes I suppose it is. But you are here as a doctor to take care of my aunt," she added quickly.
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