We see naught before us now but the image
of our Lady of Grand Pouvoir illumined by the lamp of Repentigny,
but the sun of righteousness will yet arise with healing on his
wings for us all! But oh, my children, let nothing be done hastily,
rashly, or unbecoming the daughters of our honorable house."
CHAPTER LIII.
"LOVELY IN DEATH THE BEAUTEOUS RUIN LAY."
The chant of vespers had long ceased. The Angelus had rung its last
summons to invoke a blessing upon life and death at the close of the
day. The quiet nuns filed off from their frugal meal in the long
refectory and betook themselves to the community or to their
peaceful cells. The troop of children in their charge had been sent
with prayer to their little couches in the dormitory, sacred to
sleep and happy dreams.
Candles flickered through the long passages as veiled figures slowly
and noiselessly passed towards the chapel to their private
devotions. Scarcely a footfall reached the ear, nor sound of any
kind, except the sweet voice of Mere Madelaine de St. Borgia.
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