The Lake by George (George Augustus) Moore
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page 77 of 246 (31%)
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and a little scared he began to think of what he could say to pacify
her, remembering in the midst of his confusion and embarrassment that Mary was professed last year, and therefore could not leave the convent; and this knowledge filled him with such joy that he could not keep back the words, but must remind his sister that she had had ample opportunity of considering if she were suited to the religious life. 'You see, Mary, you should have thought of all this before you were professed.' 'I shan't take my final vows till next year.' 'But, my dear Mary, once a woman has taken the black veil ... it is the same thing, you know.' 'Not quite, otherwise there would be no meaning in the delay.' 'You don't mean to say that you're thinking of leaving the convent, Mary?' 'Not exactly, but it is very hard on me, Oliver. I was thinking of writing to you, but I hoped that you would come to see us. You have been a long time now without coming.' 'Well, Mary--' 'Eliza loves ruling everybody, and just because I am her sister she is harder on me than anyone else. Only the other day she was furious with me because I stopped at confession a few minutes longer than usual. "I think," she said, "you might spare Father Higgins your silly scruples." |
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