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Sister Dolorosa and Posthumous Fame

Chapter 10 No.10

Word Count: 769    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

the platform he learned that old Ezra and Martha had gone the year before to live with a s

of a neighbouring thicket. Silently in the reddening west were rising the white cathedrals of the sky. It was on yonder hill-top he had first seen her, standing as though transfigured in the evening light. Ov

it was, how faint the autumnal sunlight stealing in through the sainted windows, how motionless the d

not there. In the organ-loft above, a voice, poor and thin, began to pour out its waverin

one out of him he hung upon the movements of her figure. A slight, youthful figure it was-slighter, as though worn and wasted; and

ing, beneath her touch of love, the silvery spires of sacred flame. No angel of the night ever more softly lit the stars of heaven. And it was thus that he saw her for the last time-folded back to the bo

his poor yearning way whether she longer had any thought of him or longer loved him. For answ

so erring, He will not leave you unhappy on account of that love

nition, his hands were instinctively moved to attract her notice. But she passed him with unuplifted eyes. The hem of her dress swept across his foot. In that intense moment, which compressed within itself the joy of another meeting and the despair of an eternal farewell-

ed by consolation. He saw her well; he saw her faithful; he saw her bearing the sorrows of her lot with angelic sweetness. Through years t

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