Helbeck of Bannisdale — Volume II by Mrs. Humphry Ward
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"It was papa's doing, and I shall never blame him--never!"
"I have been in Belgium lately," he said, holding the hand close, "at a great Catholic town--Louvain--where I was educated. I went to an old priest I know, and to a Reverend Mother who has sent me Sisters once or twice, and I begged of them both--prayers for your father's soul." She stared. The painful tears rushed into her eyes. "I thought that--for you--that was all sure and settled long ago." "I don't think you know much about us, little heretic! I have prayed for your father's soul at every Mass since--you remember that Rosary service in April?" She nodded. "And what you said to me afterwards, about the child--and doubt? I stayed long in the chapel that night. It was borne in upon me, with a certainty I shall never lose, that all was well with your poor father. Our Blessed Lord has revealed to him in that other life what an invincible ignorance hid from him here." He spoke with a beautiful simplicity, like a man dealing with all that was most familiarly and yet sacredly real to his daily mind and thought. She trembled. Words and ideas of the kind were still all strange and double-edged to her--suggesting on the one side the old feelings of contempt and resistance, on the other a new troubling of the waters of the heart. |
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