A Broken Blossom, Vol. 3 of 3 by Florence Marryat

‘Why do you go up to the convent every morning, dear? It is far too long a walk for you.'

I was standing in the little _salle_, holding Ange's hot hand in my own. Six days had elapsed since Master Fred Stephenson had appeared and so mysteriously disappeared from amongst us, and on each one of them Ange had toiled up to the Convent des Petites Sœurs, which was situated on the brow of a hill, two miles on the road to Artois, and not come back again until it was time for dinner.