” She whispered. Was there ever such madness?” “I am afraid that I don’t understand,” Ennison answered. "There he is!" cried Winifred, starting up, joyfully, and proving by the exclamation that her thoughts were dwelling upon one subject only. ‘There was a priest, the father confessor, you understand. Sometimes—a lonely forlorn child—she had gone to him and put her arms around his neck.
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