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“And you have been in the choir in pursuance of your duties?”
“Two or three times.”
“There is a stone to be raised.”
“Heavy?”
“The slab of the pavement which is at the side of the altar.”
“The slab which closes the vault?”
“Yes.”
“It would be a good thing to have two men for it.”
“Mother Ascension, who is as strong as a man, will help you.”
“A woman is never a man.”
“We have only a woman here to help you.
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But my brother is the strong one, though!”
“And can you get a lever?”
“That is the only sort of key that fits that sort of door.”
“There is a ring in the stone.”
“I will put the lever through it.”
“And the stone is so arranged that it swings on a pivot.”
“That is good, reverend Mother.
I will open the vault.”
“And the four Mother Precentors will help you.”
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“Will that be all?”
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“Give me your orders, very reverend Mother.”
“Fauvent, we have confidence in you.”
“I am here to do anything you wish.”
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“Yes, reverend Mother.”
“When the vault is open–”
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“But before that–”
“What, reverend Mother?”
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A silence ensued.
The prioress, after a pout of the under lip which resembled hesitation, broke it.
“Father Fauvent!”
“Reverend Mother!”
“You know that a mother died this morning?”
“No.”
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“Nothing can be heard at the bottom of the garden.”
“Really?”
“I can hardly distinguish my own signal.”
“She died at daybreak.”
“And then, the wind is not blowing in my direction this morning.”
“It was Mother Crucifixion.
A blessed woman.”
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“Three years ago, Madame de Bethune, a Jansenist, turned orthodox, merely from having seen Mother Crucifixion at prayer.”
“Ah! yes, now I hear the knell, reverend Mother.”
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“I know.”
“No other man than you can or must enter that chamber.
See to that. A fine sight it would be, to see a man enter the dead-room!”
“More often!”
“Hey?”
“More often!”
“What do you say?”
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“More often than what?”
“Reverend Mother, I did not say more often than what, I said more often.”
“I don’t understand you.
Why do you say more often?”
“In order to speak like you, reverend Mother.”
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At that moment, nine o’clock struck.
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“Amen,” said Fauchelevent.
The clock struck opportunely.
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Fauchelevent mopped his forehead.
The prioress indulged in another little inward murmur, probably sacred, then raised her voice:–
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“She will!” replied Father Fauchelevent, falling into step, and striving not to flinch again.
“Father Fauvent, the community has been blessed in Mother Crucifixion. No doubt, it is not granted to every one to die, like Cardinal de Berulle, while saying the holy mass, and to breathe forth their souls to God, while pronouncing these words:
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She retained her consciousness to` the very last moment.
She spoke to us, then she spoke to the angels. She gave us her last commands.
If you had a little more faith, and if you could have been in her cell, she would have cured your leg merely by touching it.
She smiled.
We felt that she was regaining 8