Amelie sickened and sank rapidly. The vulture
of quick consumption had fastened upon her young life.
Mere Esther and Mere Migeon shook their heads, for they were used to
broken hearts, and knew the infallible signs which denote an early
death in the young and beautiful. Prayers and masses were offered
for the recovery of Amelie, but all in vain. God wanted her. He
alone knew how to heal that broken heart. It was seen that she had
not long to live. It was known she wished to die.
Pierre heard the tidings with overwhelming grief. He had been
permitted but once to see her for a few brief moments, which dwelt
upon his mind forever. He deferred his departure to Europe in
consequence of her illness, and knocked daily at the door of the
Convent to ask after her and leave some kind message or flower,
which was faithfully carried to her by the friendly nuns who
received him at the wicket. A feeling of pity and sympathy for
these two affianced and unfortunate lovers stole into the hearts of
the coldest nuns, while the novices and the romantic convent girls
were absolutely wild over the melancholy fate of Pierre and Amelie.
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