Out of the Past — page 15: what you’re looking at

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12 Out of the Past. and fell like a wind in the forest. For nearly half an hour the voice filled the room. The monk scattered holy water over the body and knelt beside the bed opposite Clothilde. A long, unbroken silence followed. They rose and crossed themselves. “When did this happenr” the priest asked. “Before I came at noon.” “Who is she?” “TI do not know.” “How came you here?” “A month ago she came to the nursery to see the chil- dren and, giving us money, she bade me come here to- day to receive clothes for my poor. She said she should be moving in that time from Paris to St. Cloud.” “Did she give you her address or name?” NO, “Ts she French?” “She said she was an American.” The priest stepped to the head of the bed and looked at the hands of the dead woman. “She wears two rings.” “T had not thought to look,” said Sister Clothilde, sim- ply. “We must search the house. There is a letter lying there which may help us. Will you read it?” “T do not read English well.” CONMEOOOKS AGO)