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Old and feeble as I am, I'll seek him out and offer up the ancient House I rule to save your life and Cicely's yes, and Bridget's also." "You will go, Mother! Oh! God's blessing be on you. But how will you go? They will never suffer it." The old nun drew herself up, and answered "Who has the right to say to the Prioress of Blossholme that she shall not travel whither she will?
The Prioress had gone; the robin had gone; Mary Antony had gone; and the Bishop greatly wished that he might go, also. Presently he turned to the Prioress's table. She had sent to the Palace the copy she had made, and the copy she had mended, of the Pope's mandate.
Several beads of the chaplet were told off, still in silence. The prioress resumed: "Father Fauvent, Mother Crucifixion will be interred in the coffin in which she has slept for the last twenty years." "That is just." "It is a continuation of her slumber." "So I shall have to nail up that coffin?" "Yes." "And we are to reject the undertaker's coffin?" "Precisely."
When the garrulous old voice at last fell silent, the Prioress, with kind hand, covered the restless fingers clasping and unclasping in anxious contortions and firmly held them in folded stillness. Her first words were of a thing as yet unmentioned. "Dear Antony," she said, "is that thy posy lying at our feet?"
Love never faileth. Methinks," said the Bishop, in a tone of gentle meditation, as he entered the Prioress's cell, "the apostle was speaking of a most human love; yet he rated it higher than faith and hope." "Are you still dwelling upon Sister Mary Seraphine, my lord?" inquired the Prioress, and in her voice he heard the sound of a gathering storm.
We shall meet in heaven, and it would be unwise to forfeit that meeting for a moment of time on this earth." "A moment of time on this earth," Evelyn answered. She stood looking out of the window like one dazed; and taking advantage of her abstraction Sister Mary John left the room. The Prioress came into the library. "Mother, what does this mean? Why did you let her go?"
Evelyn had sunk again into a stupor, and, only half-conscious of what was happening to her, she followed the lay sister out of the Prioress's room. "It is very late," the Prioress said to herself, "all the lights in the convent should be out; but the rule doesn't apply to me."
We are alone." But Mary Antony, still on her knees, half raised herself, and, pointing to the bough above, quavered, amid her sobs: "The bold, bad man is there!" Looking up, the Prioress met the bright eye of the robin, peeping down. Why, surely? Yes! There was the "Bloody Vest." The Prioress smiled. She began to understand. The robin burst into a stream of triumphant song.
"Our doubts are traitors," said Lucio, "and make us lose the good we might often win, by fearing to attempt it. Go to lord Angelo! When maidens sue, and kneel, and weep, men give like gods." "I will see what I can do," said Isabel: "I will but stay to give the prioress notice of the affair, and then I will go to Angelo. Commend me to my brother: soon at night I will send him word of my success."
She hid them beneath her scapulary, as if his gaze scorched them. He looked at the bosom against which his head had been pressed. A jewelled cross gleamed, there where his face had laid hidden. Then the Knight lifted his eyes again to that stern, cold face. Yet still he kept silence. At length the Prioress spoke. "So it is you," she said. "Yes," said the Knight, "it is I."
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