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 Suddenly her eyes opened wide with a contented wonder in them.

"Oh, the light!" she gasped. "You must let me in. See, I have worn it—always."

Her thin hand tremulously sought for the cross upon her neck. Dr. Raymond bent and placed it within her grasp. There was one short flutter of content as she touched it. Then the Convent Girl was still.