Miss Caprice by St. George Rathborne
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The Sister does not cry out, and call upon those who are present to
avenge the insult--even had she been a Moorish lady, the demand for punishment would not come from her, but from those of the sterner sex near-by. Instead, she stands there as if waiting for him to speak--stands there like a statue in black. John at once apologizes for his rudeness--he is already sorry for what he has done. "Madame, pardon. I believed you were one very dear to me, one who wears the insignia of your order, one for whom I have searched far and near, half the world over--my mother." "It was a bold act, young sir, but far be it from me to denounce you. Tell me, how would you know this mother?" she asks, in a thick voice. "She is known as Sister Magdalen--perhaps you know her--she may even be staying at the same convent as yourself," eagerly. "I know one Sister Magdalen, a sweet, quiet woman, lately from Malta, whither she went to consult the head of our order." Her words arouse John. "It is she. If you would only take me to her, I would at once be rid of all these doubts and fears." "Would you come?" |
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