"But my life must
be spent in imploring God's grace and forgiveness all the same,
whether man forgive him or no."
"Say not my life, but our lives, Amelie. We have crossed the
threshold of this house together for the last time. We go no more
out to look upon a world fair and beautiful to see, but so full of
disappointment and wretchedness to have experience of!"
"My daughters," exclaimed the Lady de Tilly, "another time we will
speak of this. Harken, Amelie! I did not tell you that Pierre
Philibert came with me to the gate of the Convent to see you. He
would have entered, but the Lady Superior refused inexorably to
admit him even to the parlor."
"Pierre came to the Convent,--to the Convent?" repeated Amelie with
fond iteration, "and they would not admit him. Why would they not
admit him? But I should have died of shame to see him. They were
kind in their cruelty. Poor Pierre! he thinks me still worthy of
some regard." She commenced weeping afresh.
"He would fain have seen you, darling," said her aunt. "Your flight
to the Convent--he knows what it means--overwhelms him with a new
calamity.
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