Out of the Past — page 20: what you’re looking at

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Out of the Past. 17 while Benedict watched her from the door of the long ~ white wall. A breeze stirred in the treetops. The shrill whistle of the steamer sounded as the nun hurried down the steep incline, and, running through the gates, stepped on board. From the passage overhanging the town, the young monk watched the receding vessel until it passed beyond the turn of the shining river. The sun, too, would soon be gone. He locked the garden door-way and slowly went into the inner room. The last lighted candle beside the shrouded figure had sunk into a ring of white. The _ flame rose suddenly, blue and high, illumining the face once again. The monk was alone with death in the still, warm darkness. GOmMmicdoo <S (€(0) m