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Updated: May 19, 2025
"What is the matter, my daughter? Are you ill?" inquired the mother-superior, in a whisper. Salome lifted up a face ashen pale with dismay, and gasped: "I have seen him! I have seen him! He is there there in the congregation below!" "Who?" inquired the abbess, in vague alarm. "My husband? yet, no; oh, Heaven! not my husband, but the Duke of Hereward!"
And while I held that baby to my bosom and soothed it to sleep, its little, soft form seemed to draw all the fever and soreness from my own aching heart as well. Here is my earthly work, dear mother! Nay, rather, here is my heavenly mission and consolation. Leave me here." The mother-superior took the votaress at her word, and left her then and there.
She recognised the horse and the man again, and exclaimed: "Why ... Mother, don't you remember the rearing horse outside the Hospital that day in October? It was Dr. Saxham who caught him, and saved us from getting hurt." "And we never even thanked you." The Mother-Superior turned to Saxham with outstretched hand and the smile that made her grave face beautiful. "What you must have thought!..."
Then in a loud, firm voice, instinct with passion and resolve, she read, standing, the formal declaration of her religious vows. When this was over the mother-superior led the novice, now Sister Maria Colomba, to a small table on which lay a bridal wreath of white roses and a crown of thorns.
She just seemed waiting for what I had to own up. And when I spoke, I I seemed to be only saying what I was meant to say.... From the beginning of the world! And you'd understand better if you'd seen her near " "I have seen her in the distance, walking with the Mother-Superior of the Convent. A tall, slight girl. Looks like a lady," says Bingo, "and has jolly hair."
"I felt glad," he lied, with looks that shunned Lynette's, "that in your need you found so good a friend as the Mother-Superior. Yours must have been a sorrowful, lonely childhood." Her own vision rose before her, blotting out his face. She saw the little kopje with the grave at its foot.
The great grey eyes swam in sudden tears that were not to be repressed, as the Mother-Superior remembered the finding of that lost lamb on the veld seven years before. She bowed her head in silent assent. "You would wish candour," Saxham said, looking away from her emotion. "And I should tell you that this is grave." "I know it," her desperate eyes said more plainly than her scarcely moving lips.
Yet of those crimes what an unspeakable horror she had, though for the criminal what an unutterable pity what an undying love. While she stood there, gazing through the choir-screen upon the spot whence the stranger had disappeared, her bosom, torn by these conflicting passions of horror, pity, love, she felt a soft touch on her shoulder, and turning, saw the mother-superior at her side.
He had seen them together since then: once crossing the veld from the Women's Laager on foot, in the company of the Mother-Superior; once here beside the river, under the chaperonage of all the Sisters; once in the Market Square, and always the sight had roused in him the same intolerable resentment and gnawing pain that rankled in him now as he watched them.
The mother-superior hastened to say, "Do not be offended, sir, the poor girl has become mad, and unless she really has recognized you . . . ." "That is impossible, madam, I have never seen her before." "Of course not, but you must forgive her, as she has lost the use of her reason." "Maybe the Lord has made her thus in mercy."
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