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 fore they looked out beyond the mountains into the world. A traveling carriage drove below along the high road, the postillion’s horn resounded, and the poor nuns riveted with kindred thoughts their eyes upon it: there were tears in the eyes of the younger of the two. The horn sounded fainter and fainter: the bell of the nunnery overpowered its dying tones.