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"I s'pose she thought 'twas fun to be talked deef when they was courtin'," Captain Seth had once sagely remarked. "Prob'ly it sounded then like a putty piece on a seraphine; but I allers cal'lated she'd git her fill of it, sooner or later. You most gin'lly git your fill o' one tune." "How are you this afternoon, Aunt Lyddy?" asked Eph, walking in without knocking, and sitting down near her.
Try to unburden your heart and find comfort . . . Does your mind hark back to the thought of the earthly love you resigned in order to give yourself solely to the heavenly? . . . Are you troubled by fears lest you wronged the man you loved, when, leaving him, you became the bride of Heaven?" Sister Seraphine smiled a scornful little smile. "Nay," she said, "I was weary of Wilfred.
"Are you not aware how great is the penalty that you have incurred by this disgraceful scandal? Think it fortunate if you shall be able in any way to compound for it with the lady's guardian. Seraphine, mollify your indignation towards one who has not meant to thwart you. "It is you that is cruel:" cried the weeping Seraphine: "it is Claude that is cruel.
The cell of the Prioress was situated at the opposite end of the long, stone passage; but in less than reasonable time, Sister Seraphine crawled in. The unwonted exercise had had a most salutary effect upon her frame of mind. Her straight habit, of heavy cloth, had rendered progress upon her knees awkward and difficult. Her hands had become entangled in her torn veil.
You are spoiling the child. But the fact is that she isn't dressed, and you will have to wait a moment. Come, child, make haste, I will help you ten minutes, you understand I won't keep you waiting a moment longer." Seraphine remained alone with the two men. She had made a gesture of surprise on perceiving Mathieu, whose hand, like an old friend, she now shook.
Agcept!" came promptly from two or three. "Any oppose'? There is not any oppose' Seraphine Marcel you'll be so good to pazz those rif-reshment?" "Tis gone to the pewblisher?" M. De l'Isle, about to enter his double gate, had paused. In his home, overhead, a clock was striking five of the tenth day after that second reading in the Castanados' parlor. The energetic inquiry was his.
When Seraphine perceived that Mathieu was gazing at her, as in a nightmare, moved by the shuddering silence of that death-watch, she once more grinned like a lunatic, and said: "He is dead, we were all there!" It was insane, improbable, impossible; and yet was it true or was it false?
She mistook gentleness for weakness; calm self-control, for lack of strength of will. Her wholesome awe of the Prioress was forgotten. "But I do not want to die!" she exclaimed. "I want to live to live to live!" The Prioress looked up, astonished. The surface humility had departed from the swollen countenance of Sister Seraphine. The petulant defiance was plainly visible.
Her noble form seemed stately calm personified. When she heard Sister Seraphine panting close to her foot, she spoke; still without lifting her eyes. "You may rise to your feet," she said, "and shut to the door." Then the waiting hand turned the page, and silence fell. "You may arrange the disorder of your dress," said the Prioress, and turned another page.
Since Monsieur was at Nice in the company of those ladies, the aunt and the niece, they decided to spend the night there in order that Constance might not be left alone with the old servant. And towards midnight, while they were chatting together in undertones, they were suddenly stupefied at hearing Seraphine raise her voice, after preserving silence for three hours.
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