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Updated: June 29, 2025
Neither of these will do! Thou must needs snatch away the Reverend Mother, Herself! Oh, sacrilegious fiend! Stand not there mocking me! Where is the Reverend Mother?" "Why, here am I, dear Antony," said the Prioress, in soothing tones, coming quickly from behind the hedge. One glance revealed, to her relief, that the lay-sister was alone. Tears ran down the furrows of her worn old face.
And then Catherine again seemed to be engulfed in some deep joy, out of which she roused herself with difficulty. When her postulant left the room, the Reverend Mother wrote to Pat Phelan, asking him to come next morning with his cart to fetch Catherine. And next morning, when the lay-sister told Catherine that he was waiting for her, the Reverend Mother said:
I shall never forget you, though I do not know your name." The woman then came, and I thanked her for the care she had taken of the invalid. I again warned her to be prudent, and above all to treat the priest well when the lay-sister breathed her last, and thus he would not take notice of anything that might involve leer in disaster.
Hush! . . . "So He giveth His belovèd sleep." The Bishop had but just returned from laying to rest, in the burying-ground of the Convent, the worn-out body of the aged lay-sister. When he had signified that he intended himself to perform the last rites, Mother Sub-Prioress had ventured upon amazed expostulation.
I laughed, and not expecting anything else but an agreeable adventure, I followed the lay-sister and soon found myself here. After a tedious hour of expectation, Pierrot made his appearance.
"Oh, pray!" cried the old lay-sister. "I fear me it is an omen. The angel Gabriel, Reverend Mother, sent to bear you from earth to heaven. 'The one shall be taken, and the other left. Ah, if he had but flown off with Mother Sub-Prioress!" The Prioress laughed again. "Dear Antony, thy little bird took the first pea he saw.
"Meanwhile the agèd lay-sister died yesterday, after having mystified the entire Community by locking herself into the Prioress's cell, and remaining there, from the time she found it empty when the nuns returned from Vespers, until I arrived on the following afternoon. She thus prevented any questionings concerning Mora's flight, and averted possible scandal.
I begged her to give the lay-sister a stronger dose of opium, so that there should be no fear of her awaking while I talked with the young nun.
Muttering concerning the report she would make to the Prioress in the morning, Sister Mary Rebecca went to her cell. When all was quiet, when every door was closed, the old lay-sister crept into the cloisters and, crouching in an archway just beyond the flight of steps leading to the underground way, watched and waited. Storm clouds were gathering again, black on a purple sky.
In an hour, a lay-sister will come here, I will speak a few words apart to her, and she will tell you to follow her. You will go out with her through the small gate and across the garden as far as the room leading out to the low shore.
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