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I caught sight of Monica, almost at the detective's elbow, talking to two very elegant-looking officers. I pushed my way across the vestibule, turned my back on the detective and stood impassively beside her. "Ah! there you are, Carter!" she said. "Gute Nacht, Herr Baron! Auf wiedersehen, Durchlaucht!" The two officers kissed her hand whilst I helped her into her wrap.
For it is certain that "this green wound" was green and grievous for a briefer time than the agony of his earlier sorrows. He himself, so earnest in analysing his own emotions, is perplexed by the short date of his tears, and his sharpest grief: "Let him read it who will, and interpret it as it pleaseth him." So, with the death of Monica, we may leave Saint Augustine.
And the man she loved was being carried away to the misery and degradation of a convict. Gradually the moans died away. The convulsive heaving of her breast subsided. A little later, when her sister Monica came in search of her, she found Angela in a dead faint. By night she was in a fever. Dublin, Ireland, Nov. 16th, 18 Dear Lady of Mercy: I have served my sentence. I am free.
When I tell you that you might have heard every syllable, I have said all that I shall. It mortified him profoundly that he should have been driven to make so humiliating a request. He threw himself into a chair and hid his face, sitting thus for a long time in the hope that Monica would be moved to compassion. But when she rose it was only to retire for the night.
The low burning gas showed her that only one bed had an occupant, who appeared to be asleep. Softly she went to the window, drew the blind aside, and looked down into the street. But Widdowson had disappeared. He might of course be on this side of the way. 'Who's that? suddenly asked a voice from the occupied bed. The speaker was Miss Eade. Monica looked at her, and nodded. 'You?
"More likely to find a poacher!" laughed Ralph; "though there'd be nothing for him to trap here, unless he kept a boat stowed away in the reeds, and took midnight excursions into the woods." "I think it's the kind of place for a hermit," said Monica.
"She married a cavalier friend of her brother's, and went to live in Devonshire. I believe she kept one of the roses treasured away in a box, and it was buried with her when she died." "I suppose Monica was christened after her?" said Cicely. "Yes; that has always been a favourite name with the Courtenays, though I do not think any of them can have more closely resembled the portrait."
Though they are neither martyrs, nor doctors, nor religious, they all led holy lives; they all have received a "crown of justice," which was due to them as a reward for their love of God, and for the virtues they practised while on earth. Many of them were great saints, such as a St. Louis, king of France; a St. Elizabeth, queen of Portugal; a St. Monica, widow; a St.
He would yield to her if she demanded forms, but afterwards when passion had subsided . A week had been none too long to ponder these considerations by themselves; but they were complicated with doubts of a more disturbing nature. Her mind could not free itself from the thought of Monica. That Mrs.
But he trembled and blushed like a young girl, and his accents fell at last into a melodious whining. He raised the gloved fingers to his lips. Monica bent her face away, deadly pale, with closed eyes. 'Are we to part to-day, and never again see each other? he went on. 'Say that you love me! Only say that you love me! 'You despise me for coming to you like this. 'Despise you?
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