Clara Maynard; Or, The True and the False: A Tale of the TimesKingston, William Henry Giles
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Clara Maynard; Or, The True and the False: A Tale of the Times
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Catholics -- England -- Juvenile fiction; Convents -- Juvenile fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Juvenile fiction
Clara hesitated; but her aunt, who had several times gone to confession,
assured her that there was nothing in it very terrible, and overcame her
scruples. Clara promised to go. It was held in the vestry, one person
at a time only being admitted. The questions asked and the answers
given cannot be repeated. Clara, as she knelt leaning on a chair in
front of the priest, could with difficulty support herself; her heart
felt bursting; she was nearly fainting; the colour mounted to her cheeks
and brow; she could not lift her eyes from the ground towards the man
who was questioning her. More than once she was inclined to rise and
flee from the room rather than continue to undergo the mental torture
she was suffering. Never afterwards did she look the vicar in the face.
At length the ordeal was over, the _Te absolvo_ was pronounced, and
she, with trembling knees, hanging down her head, tottered to her pew by
the side of her aunt, where she knelt to conceal her features, while
uncontrollable sobs burst from her bosom.
"What's the matter?" whispered Miss Pemberton. "Take my
smelling-bottle. Don't let people hear you; they'll fancy there must be
something very dreadful."
The music that day was unusually good. Several first-rate performers
had been engaged to attend, with three or four clergymen from various
parts of the county. They, in their richest robes, glittering with
embroidery, walked round the church. There were the acolytes with
lighted candles, the thurifer, with the cross-bearer, and others
carrying banners; while the organ played, and the fumes of incense
filled the church. Clara's agitation ceased, but no peace was brought
to her soul. She returned home with her aunt, humbled and more wretched
than she had ever before felt in her life.
CHAPTER FOUR.
Monday morning brought Clara Harry's looked-for letter. She hurried
with it to her room. It was full of love and tenderness, but Harry
expressed his regret at hearing of the changes which had been made in
the church, and still more of the ritualistic practices of the new
vicar.
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