The Lake by George (George Augustus) Moore
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'I don't think I said "I intended." But I felt that if I became a nun,
one day or another I should be Reverend Mother; one knows most often than not what is going to happen--one's own fate, I mean.' 'I wonder if Mary knows?' 'If she does, I wish she'd tell us.' 'We'll have time to walk round the garden once more. You have no idea what a pleasure it is for me to see you--to talk with you like this.' And, talking of Mary, they walked slowly, forgetful of everything but each other. A bell rang. 'I must be going; it will be late before I get home.' 'Which way are you going? Round by Kilronan or across the Bridge of Keel?' 'I came by Kilronan. I think I'll take the other way. There will be a moon to-night.' Brother and sister entered the convent. 'You'll enjoy the drive?' 'Yes.' And he fell to thinking of the drive home by the southern road, the mountains unfolding their many aspects in the gray moonlight, and |
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