Out of the Past — page 34: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER III. Youth—“‘The cup grows bitter as I drink.” | Sage—‘“‘Aye, but the dregs are sweet. They bring oblivion. So drink on.” —Old Tale. One morning, far into the winter, a young girl stepped from a cab at the door of the monastery, and, waiting for a reply, presented a sealed letter at the office to be sent to the Superior. As a result, word went to Benedict that he would be required to assume the charge of a young foreigner who had come bearing letters of consideration from the head of the college in Canada. The Superior exhorted him to turn this young soul into the paths of holiness. Such an undertaking had never formed a part of his duty, and Benedict felt a decided repulsion to it. He went slowly to the office, where a young girl rose to meet him and followed to one of the rooms used for the reception of visitors. When she was seated in the full light of the windows set high in the wall, Benedict noticed a bright serenity of | face which spoke well for the serenity of her soul. She immediately opened the conversation in uncertain French. “The letter which I brought to you, sir, told you that GOMmichdoo Sri