Out of the Past — page 18: what you’re looking at

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

Out of the Past. IS She rose trembling, and crossing her hands on her breast said gently: “T see only the hand of God in the greatest of His mysteries.” The monk’s head sank forward and his hand dropped. She gazed at the unnatural beauty of the woman’s face, a beauty more than human in the strange mingling of the light of day and the golden candle light. The green shifting shadows of the room seemed to form an impene- trable barrier between her and the outer world. The nun stood without the circle of light, but something of its softened glory shone in her face. Benedict rose, and drawing down her hands he touched them with his fore- head. “You always save me from myself, my friend. I thank God He taught me how to love you.” An hour later she stood waiting without the chamber as Benedict opened the door. In the outer room she had opened the shutters upon a table covered with linen, laces, and a few pieces of jewelry. “Are there no papers; no bills or letters?” “No; but there is a large sum of money. Will you please count it?” Benedict complied, and they looked at each other. “What shall we do?” she asked. GOmicsooks (E(0)