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"A poor service!" he said, turning his gaze away fro hair--"Unworthy,--shameful!--marred by sin at every moment! A priest of the Church ive--and without love,--such as woive--but--after all--the sacrifice is little"

She smiled at him, sweetly--tenderly, "Very little!" she said--"So little that it is not worth a regret! Good-bye! But not for long! Coht step she seeh the sunshine like a part of it, and as she disappeared a kind of shadow fell, though no cloud obscured the sun Don Aloysius watched her till she had vanished,--then turned aside into a s out on the cloistered square--a chapel which fored as Superior,--and there, within that still, incense-sweetened sanctuary, he knelt before the noble, pictured Head of the Man of Sorrows in silent confession and prayer