“Sit down,” he said, and perused—“perused” is the word for it—for some moments. " Sister Prudence looked at Sister Angelina, who understood what was expected of her. Sheppard, with a laugh that cut the ears of those who listened to it like a razor,—"Do not despair! And who or what shall give me comfort when my son is gone? I have wept till my eyes are dry,—suffered till my heart is broken,—prayed till the voice of prayer is dumb,—and all of no avail. You have thought it worth while to take some considerable pains to resolve for yourself my sister’s identity. She liked his face; it had on it the suggestion of gentleness, of fineness. “I will put the question,” Drummond said gravely. "Off!" she cried with a prolonged and piercing shriek. It opened and a nun’s head popped out. He went over her features one by one in his mind.
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