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308 a monk's story.
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4 Hol I, Edmond Cross , Conceive A Monk ...
looked There was round not the one vast person and desolate to meet us lace there opened . The his good book father , and p
then burst suddenlinto tears . Ohit , was an awful thing to see him weep ! Well y , one night I had , returned quite spent from rain
falling I a distant was l in ying patient torrents too . tired The against to nig sleep ht the was . little p Presentl itch window dark y , , I of and thoug my the ht cell I , where heard was
some one tapping against the pane . Now a tap , then a pause , and then several taps at once . But who could it be heard , especially the voic on ©
of such the a sp ni irit ght ? Lad I y drew de Bay near hurst the window calling , , but when very I plaintively and _- low . " Father _EdinondFather Edmond ! " Her voice was very
peculiar my , surprise and I clear opened , I should , the window have known , and peered it from also have out a hundred in known the . dark that Ira
now ni a sp ght irit from . goeth Of below course and the com I saw casement eth no at one will a , . and voice Again I as mi , g if however ht one had , came been the weep voic ing ey
long o'clock . " to Father -morrow Edmond "—now , the thi great s , mi b ghty ell of bell the was castle onl will y will toll run learn g at wheik ei that ght
I one am of dead the , heads and they of the will famil tell y you were my departed child is — dead " whatever you , likewise . But
be ox show you . very I know sure that that the my promise child is made not to dead me , , ere I came they to this say troublous earthwill be fulfilled to the last , and therefore that my
child will live . , Never forget that , and do not rest until you have found little oneas would have a peaceful death-bed . "
my , you do " you Oh , persist pertinacious in seeking and incorri me ? Am gible I sp not irit a ! true " I cried son of , the " wherefore Church ,,
as true as any , however unworthy ? " " Father Edmond , " she repeated , as though I had never spoken , child lives
" I trust in you ; remember I have warned you that my ,, and will live : never forget that . My child lives , and I have my
reward !" And then the low strain of plaintive wailing that had come
note moaning of rejoicing up the m valley elody , , seemed that swept to turn the valley to one for short a moment entrancing , and
the nothing then rain went , thoug and strai the g h ht I swell up listened to of heaven long the . , river nothin And in then g its but bed I heard the . heavy I nothing laid sp down lash more _ort of ,
, started my pallet bolt and upri at ht last in slept bed awhile wide awake . At one saying o ' clock to myself , however " She , I -
is dead ! they have g murdered my , her ! " What , ever put those , words into my mouthI wonder ? Whatever it was , at eight o ' clock , as
did the toll spirit out had , and , foretold the heavy , the , g great loomy bell sound of the came castle up the sure dri enoug pping h
valley _at abbot ely ' greet s at permission regular ed with intervals , I the hurried intelli , and to gence fell the appalling castle that , La where on dy the de I ear Bay was . hur With immedi st h ad _>
308 A Monk's Story.
308 a monk ' s story .
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Jan. 1, 1863, page 308, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01011863/page/20/
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