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Updated: June 7, 2025
Never did she see a beggar crouching at the church door, without a whisper to herself that there was a subject for the Beguines; and, tender-hearted as she was, she looked quite gratified at any lamentable tale which told the need. If Esclairmonde had a climax to her visions of her brown-robed messengers of mercy, it was that the holy Canon of St.
"A brown-robed friar carrying an image of St. Francis led the little company of men, women and children over the shifting sand-dunes to this very spot where a rude church had been erected.
Hard by, another, and a dismal one, whereto, at midnight, the confessor came a monk brown-robed, and hooded ghastly in the day, and free bright air, but in the midnight of that murky prison, Hope's extinguisher, and Murder's herald.
The former inmates’ cells, wherein the brown-robed brethren of the Order of St Francis until lately were wont to pass their placid uneventful lives, afford comfortable if somewhat limited accommodation; whilst the covered loggia that runs the whole length of the cells has been turned into a series of delightful little sitting-rooms, their broad arc-shaped windows facing full south, a boon that only a winter resident in Italy can properly appreciate.
He heard the Bombay Doctor's tones again, as he ran; and the words of the brown-robed mystic went like flame and acid through his blood. . . . Why couldn't he hear Cadman? Cadman had the gun. But if he himself could only reach her before the snake if he could only And a soft blur of sun-melted red loomed ahead of him.
A little life, however, was still visible about this Santa Barbara Mission. Two brown-robed monks were hoeing in the field; occasionally, visitors came and went; and, just as I was leaving, one of the priests, in obedience to a summons, hurried away to minister to the sick; yet over all there hung an atmosphere of unreality and sadness. I felt myself the guest of an anachronism.
Father Michael, the Father Hospitaller, and a pair of brown-robed brothers came to the gate and spoke with me a while. I think my sack was the great attraction; it had already beguiled the heart of poor Apollinaris, who had charged me on my life to show it to the Father Prior.
He glanced in their direction, then turning sharply, crossed the sand to stand for a moment beside the Franciscan. "Prithee, thou brown-robed fellow, how looked he in a sanbenito that tall, fierce, black-bearded Captain that your Provincial mentions here?" The parchment rustled in his hand.
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