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The Nunnery Tales
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"Good news, Augustus,” my mother exclaimed upon reading the message she'd just receivedfrom a friend in Dieppe. “Your father has escaped France in safety.” We hugged each other,overjoyed to know that he'd avoided the inevitable fate, which, as an aristocrat, would havebefallen him at the hands of the purging Republicans. Then a look of distress crossed herface. “But until we get news from England to enable us to join him there, I hardly knowwhere we can look for refuge. I suppose we're guaranteed a temporary home, for my youngersister, Agatha, is Abbess of the convent of St. Claire, but now there is talk of suppressingconvents and priests altogether. My other fear pertains to you, my dear boy,” she said,wringing her hands. “Taking refuge and protecting you from danger is one thing; but how tosmuggle you, a young boy of seventeen, into a convent full of young nuns is a perfect puzzleto me.""Nonsense, Mother!” I exclaimed. “Before the convents are suppressed, we'll be in safety inEngland, and as for getting me snugly into the convent, we're about the same height andresemble one another, so you must dress me up the best way you can and introduce me asyour sister, or niece, or friend, or something or other.""You are impudent for imagining any such idea,” replied my mother, laughing, “but youforget one thing. It will be impossible to deceive my sister, Agatha.""Try, anyway,” I said, “and if the worst comes to the worst, we must let her into our secretand trust to her kindness.""Your plan is bold, if not rash, but as I can't think of anything else, we'll try it,” she agreedwith some misgivings. “Let me see,” she continued in a musing tone, “I'll present you as theniece of your father's wife, but even then Agatha may have her suspicions, but we'll risk it.”