Out of the Past — page 16: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Out of the Past. 13 She took the letter to the window, while the monk leaned his elbow on the toilet-table watching her. The candle light heightened the deep coloring of his young face, falling softly on his yellow robe, defining the white lining of its cowl and the white knotted cords about his waist. The Sister scanned the letter first, glancing nerv- ously at the dead woman. “It is a letter to her husband. I think I ought not to Leaceits “As you please, but tell me the facts in it, and let me make a copy.” “Why, Benedict?” “We are the only witnesses and in time our testimony will be needed.” “Do you think we may share the care of the boy?” “Heaven has placed him in our charge.” “She calls him Robert—her husband, I suppose; tells him she has left Paris because the care of the house was too great; begs him to save his father even the mention of her name.” “Ah! I thought the face of a coward would show it- self.” “Why ?” “Could any but a coward leave a woman alone in a foreign land to meet this? It is worse than I thought.” CONMICLOOOKS