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Year: 1895 (1890s)
Authors: Reade, Charles, 1814-1884
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Publisher: Boston : Colonial Press Co.
Contributing Library: University Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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privilege. Clement looked round the room, and prayed silentlyfor wisdom. Then he went softly, and closed the window-shutters carefully. What on earth is that for ? said Janet in someuneasiness. Sweetheart, whispered the visitor, with a mysteriousair, it is that God may not see us. Madman, said Janet, think you a wooden shuttercan keep out His eye ? Nay, I know not. Perchance He has too much onhand to notice us. But I would not the saints andangels should see us. Would you ? My poor soul, hope not to escape their sight! Theonly way is not to think of them; for if you do, it poisonsyour cup. For two pins Id run and leave thee. Artpleasant company in sooth. After all, girl, so that men see us not, what signifyGod and the saints seeing us ? Feel this chain! Tisvirgin gold. I shall cut two of these heavy links off forthee. Ah! now thy discourse is to the point. And shehandled the chain greedily. Why, tis as massy as thechain round the Virgins neck at the conv— She didnot finish the word.
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HELD HIS CRUCIFIX TOWERING OVER HER. THE CLOISTER AND THE HEARTH. 313 Whisht! whisht! whisht! Tis it. And thou shalthave thy share. But betray me not. Monster! cried Janet, drawing back from him withrepugnance, what! rob the blessed Virgin of her chain,and give it to an99 — You are none, cried Clement, exultingly, or youhad not recked for that. — Mary ! Ah, ah, ah! Thy patron saint, whose chain this is, sends me togreet thee. She ran screaming to the window and began to undothe shutters. Her fingers trembled, and Clement had time to de-barrass himself of his boots and his hat, before the lightstreamed in upon him. He then let his cloak quietlyfall, and stood before her, a Dominican friar, calm andmajestic as a statue, and held his crucifix towering overher with a loving, sad and solemn look, that somehowrelieved her of the physical part of fear, but crushed herwith religious terror and remorse. She crouched andcowered against the wall. Mary, said he, gently; one word! Are youhappy

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