"
"And yet it cannot be otherwise. I dare not place my hand in his
now, for it would redden it! But it is sweet amid my affliction to
know that Pierre has not forgotten me, that he does not hate me,
nay, that he still loves me, although I abandon the world and him
who to me was the light of it. Why would they not admit him?"
"Mere Migeon is as hard as she is just, Amelie. I think too she has
no love for the Philiberts. Her nephew Varin has all the influence
of a spoilt son over the Lady Superior."
Amelie scarcely regarded the last remark of her aunt, but repeated
the words, "Hard and just! Yes, it is true, and hardness and
justice are what I crave in my misery. The flintiest couch shall be
to me a bed of down, the scantiest fare a royal feast, the hardest
penance a life of pleasure. Mere Migeon cannot be more hard nor
more just to me than I would be to myself."
"My poor Amelie! My poor Heloise!" repeated the lady, stroking
their hair and kissing them both alternately; "be it as God wills.
When it is dark every prospect lies hid in the darkness, but it is
there all the same, though we see it not; but when the day returns
everything is revealed.
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