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hears from her, she is dead to all. Many years
pass, and her name is almost forgotten.
But on a distant shore, amidst mountains and
wild forests, is a convent, well known for the
severity of its order. Among the nuns is one
who has made a vow never to speak, and who is
venerated by the whole convent for her charity.
She never allows herself any rest; prayers fill up
most of her time when she is not nursing the sick
or assisting the needy. Wherever there is a
dying person she is found at the bedside imprinting
the parting kiss on his forehead with her sealed
bloodless lips.
Nobody knows who she is or whence she came.
Twenty years ago a woman in a black cloak
knocked at the convent gate, and after a long
secret interview with the Abbess, she remained
there for ever. Now her last hour is at hand.
All the nuns gather around her deathbed.
The priest enters. With the power conferred
on him by our Lord, he dispenses the dying
nun from her vow, and exhorts her to confess
who she is, and what is the particular sin that
weighs on her mind.
The nun makes an effort to sit up in her bed.
The long silence has paralysed her lips, it seems
as if she had lost the gift of speech. For a few
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