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hours’ torments suffered by Thy Son Thou hast
taken the burden of sin from humanity. But
I have suffered a slow, torturing death for twenty
years. Thou knowest my sufferings, Thou hast
seen them. If they have gained me Thy mercy,
forgive Harold! Give me a token before I die
—while we say the Lord’s prayer, allow the light
in front of the crucifix to kindle of itself, and I
shall know that Harold has found salvation.’
The priest says the Lord’s prayer slowly and
distinctly; the nuns repeat the words in a low
voice. They all feel deep pity for the unhappy
Edith, and each of them would gladly sacrifice
her own life to save Harold’s soul. Edith lies
stretched on the floor; her death-struggle has
begun; the last flickering life is concentrated in
her eyes, which stare fixedly on the image of
Christ.
The light remains unkindled.
The priest has finished his prayer, and adds
his Amen in a melancholy tone.
No miracle! No forgiveness for Harold!
Edith’s lips murmur and curse, and her life is
gone.
This book marked a revolution in Aniuta’s
inner life. For the first time she put the question
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