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Автор: Florence Louisa Barclay
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XXXII A GREAT RECOVERY AND RESTORATION 218 XXXIII MARY ANTONY HOLDS THE PORT 221 XXXIV MORA DE NORELLE 230 XXXV IN THE ARBOUR OF GOLDEN ROSES 237

      CONTENTS

      CHAPTER

XXXVI STRONG TO ACT; ABLE TO ENDURE 247
XXXVII WHAT MOTHER SUB-PRIORESS KNEW 253
XXXVIII THE BISHOP KEEPS VIGIL 259
XXXIX THE "SPLENDID KNIGHT" 268
XL THE HEART OF A NUN 275
XLI WHAT THE BISHOP REMEMBERED 289
XLII THE WARNING 298
XLIII MORA MOUNTS TO THE BATTLEMENTS 305
XLIV "I LOVE THEE" 313
XLV THE SONG OF THE THRUSH 319
XLVI "HOW SHALL I LET THEE GO?" 322
XLVII THE BISHOP is TAKEN UNAWARES 327
XLVIII A STRANGE CHANCE 331
XLIX TWICE DECEIVED 338
L THE SILVER SHIELD 341
LI TWO NOBLE HEARTS GO DIFFERENT WAYS 367
LII THE ANGEL-CHILD 372
LIII ON THE HOLY MOUNT 378
LIV THE UNSEEN PRESENCE 384
LV THE HEART OF A WOMAN 386
LVI THE TRUE VISION 395
LVII "I CHOOSE TO RIDE ALONE" 402
LVIII THE WARRIOR HEART 405
LIX THE MADONNA IN THE HOME 410
LX THE CONVENT BELL 417

      The

      White Ladies

      of

      Worcester

      CHAPTER I

      THE SUBTERRANEAN WAY

      The slanting rays of afternoon sunshine, pouring through stone arches, lay in broad, golden bands, upon the flags of the Convent cloister.

      The old lay-sister, Mary Antony, stepped from the cool shade of the cell passage and, blinking at the sunshine, shuffled slowly to her appointed post at the top of the crypt steps, up which would shortly pass the silent procession of nuns returning from Vespers.

      Daily they went, and daily they returned, by the underground way, a

      passage over a mile in length, leading from the Nunnery of the White

      Ladies at Whytstone in Claines, to the Church of St. Mary and St.

      Peter, the noble Cathedral within the walls of the city of Worcester.

      Entering this passage from the crypt in their own cloisters, they walked in darkness below the sunny meadows, passed beneath the Fore-gate, moving in silent procession under the busy streets, until they reached the crypt of the Cathedral.

      From the crypt,