Out of the Past — page 14: what you’re looking at

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Out of the Past. II “Then it was all over before that. Is there another dead ?” he asked, looking about the room. She shook her head, and, raising the basket, held it while he carefully examined the sleeping infant. The examination over, he said with a smile: “I think you know better what to do with it than I. If you take it away from here to-day, wait till an hour before sun- down, and be careful of the light. Good-day, madame.” He was going when she exclaimed: “I must search the house; will you not stay to wit- ness?” “T have other calls. A priest will be better than I. Good-day, madame.” “He is not a Catholic,’ murmured Sister Clothilde. She lighted the candles and strewed the petals of the roses on the pillows. The light of the candles grew steady, while she gazed on the golden crowned face and crossed herself with a startled movement as she saw a tear lying beneath the lashes. The door opened quietly, and a monk stood for an in- stant a silent spectator, then dropped on his knees for self-communion before beginning the rite of the dead. The interval over, he rose, and, loosening his cowl, stood by the bed, pouring forth the long, low cadence of the ritual, intoning the periods in a deep, rich voice. It rose CONNIE LOC ss) (e(0)