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moments her mouth moves convulsively without
producing any audible sound. But obeying her
confessor’s command, she succeeds at last, though
her voice, having been mute for so many years,
sounds hollow and unnatural.
‘I am Edith,’ she says, ‘I am the bride of
Harold, the slain king.’
On hearing this cursed name the nuns are
seized with horror, and make the sign of the
cross. But the priest says: ‘My daughter, it
was a great sinner you loved here on earth. King
Harold is condemned by the Church, our holy
Mother, and he can never find forgiveness—he is
burning for ever in hell. But God has seen your
long atonement and taken pity on your tears of
repentance. Go in peace! in Paradise you will
find another immortal bridegroom.’
A sudden flush appears on Edith’s waxen
cheeks.
‘What is Paradise to me without Harold!’
she exclaims. ‘If Harold has not found
forgiveness, may God never call me to His Paradise!’
The nuns are horror-stricken, but the dying
woman makes a superhuman effort; she starts
from her couch and falls on her knees in front of
the crucifix.
‘Almighty God!’ she bursts out, ‘for some
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