I can generally tell when the sick are in danger." A peculiar look.

"I am glad not to see it in so young and--good a face." "You are young, too; very young, and--" she was going to say "beautiful," but she was too shy--"to be a Sister of Charity.

But I am sure you never regret leaving such a world as this is." "Never.

I have lost the only thing I ever valued in it." "I have no right to ask you what that was." "You shall know without asking.

One I loved proved unworthy." The Sister sighed deeply, and then, hiding her face with her hands for a moment, rose abruptly, and left the square, ashamed, apparently, of having been betrayed into such a confession.
Bella, when she was twenty yards off, put out a timid hand, as if to detain her; but she had not the courage to say anything of the kind.
She never told her father a word.