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Modern Broods by Charlotte Mary Yonge
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and child martyrs, Magdalen hesitating a little over those that
seemed too legendary; while old Lady Flight, portly and sentimental,
declared them so sweet and touching. After tea, they went on to the
church. Just at the entrance of the porch, Vera clutched at Paula,
with the whisper, "Wasn't that Wilfred Merrifield? There, crossing?"

"Nonsense," was Paula's reply, as she lingered over the illuminated
list of the hours of services displayed at the door, and feeling as
if she had attained dreamland, as she saw two fully habited Sisters
enter, and bend low as they did so.

The church was very elaborately ornamented, small, but showing that
no expense had been spared, though there was something that did not
quite accord with Magdalen's ideas of the best taste; so that when
they went out she answered Paula's raptures of admiration somewhat
coldly, or what so appeared to the enthusiastic girl.

The next day, meeting Miss Mohun over cutting out for a working
party, Magdalen asked her about the Flights and St. Kenelm's.

"He is an excellent good man," said Jane Mohun, "and has laid out
immense sums on the church and parish."

"All his own? Not subscription?"

"No. He is the only son of a very rich City man, a brewer, and came
here with his mother as a curate, as a good place for health. They
found a miserable little corrugated-iron place, called the Kennel
Chapel, and worked it up, raising the people, and doing no end of
good till it came to be a district, as St. Kenelm's."
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