"
She rose as she spoke, and Graham rose also; there was nothing
more to be said.
"Then it only remains for me to bring Madelon here," he said,
"and hand over to you the sum of money which M. Linders left
for her use."
"That is all," replied the Superior; "if you can bring her
this afternoon I shall be ready to receive her. You must
accept my thanks, Monsieur, for your kindness to her, and for
the trouble you have taken."
Graham, as he walked back to the hotel, was ready to vow that
nothing should induce him to hand Madelon over to the care of
her grim aunt. He understood now M. Linders' reluctance to
send her to his sister, and sympathised with it fully. Poor
little Madelon, with her pretty, impulsive ways, her naive
ignorance,--Madelon, so used to be petted and indulged, she to
be shut up within those dull walls, with that horrible, harsh,
unforgiving woman, to be taught, and drilled, and turned into
a nun--he hated to think of it! He would take her away with
him, he would hide her somewhere, he would send her to his
sister who had half a dozen children of her own to look after,
he would make his aunt adopt her--his aunt, who would as soon
have thought of adopting the Great Mogul.
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