Eleanor by Mrs. Humphry Ward
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Miss Manisty stared--and then laughed. 'Nobody will see what you do in such
a crowd--I should think,' she said. 'But you know one can't be rude--to an old old man. If others kneel, I suppose we must kneel. Does it do anyone harm to be blessed by an old man?' 'Oh no!--no!' cried Miss Foster, flushing deeply. Then, after a moment, she added decidedly--'Please--I should like to go very much.' Manisty grinned unseen, and closed the door behind him. Then Miss Foster, after an instant's restlessness, moved nearer to her hostess. 'I am afraid--you thought I was rude just now? It's so lovely of you to plan things for me. But--I can't ever be sure whether it's right to go into other people's churches and look at their services--like a show. I should just hate it myself--and I felt it once or twice at Florence. And so--you understand--don't you?'--she said imploringly. Miss Manisty's small eyes examined her with anxiety. 'What an extraordinary girl!' she thought. 'Is she going to be a great bore?' At the same time the girl's look--so open, sweet and modest--disarmed and attracted her. She shrugged her shoulders with a smile. 'Well, my dear--I don't know. All I can say is, the Catholics don't mind! They walk in and out of their own churches all the time mass is going on--the children run about--the sacristans take you round. You certainly needn't feel it on their account.' |
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