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Portrait of Elizabeth Garver Jordan Elizabeth Garver Jordan Tales of the City Room — The Wife of the Candidate (1898)

Mrs. Eddington did not hear them. The wife of the candidate was never less interested in politics than at that moment.
"If I could only feel that she is happy," she cried; "but I cannot think she is. Our natures were too much alike. Why should I have all and she nothing? Think of it—husband, child, home, love, all mine. And what has she?"
"She told me she knew that she was doing right," Miss Herrick said with quiet force, "and she said there was peace and happiness in the convent for one who sought it in the right spirit. And, pardon me, Mrs. Eddington, but let me say one thing before I go."
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Portrait of Elizabeth Garver Jordan Elizabeth Garver Jordan Tales of the City Room — The Wife of the Candidate (1898)

She had regained her self-control and her voice and glance were steady, if hurried.
"She was one of the most beautiful women I ever saw," began Miss Herrick, quietly, "and I have been told she was brilliant and charming as well. I had never met her before, and I had only a moment with her then as she was saying a last good-by to her friends. She was so calm and strong through the whole dreadful ordeal that my heart went out to her. It is horrible to see such a woman burying herself alive. She could have done so much in the world if she had been content to remain there.
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Portrait of Elizabeth Garver Jordan Elizabeth Garver Jordan Tales of the City Room — The Wife of the Candidate (1898)

The postulant had risen, and her friends pressed forward. The last farewells were to be spoken in a small room adjoining the chapel. They were to be last farewells in very truth. Never again would Dolores Mendoza, now Sister Ethelbert, touch the lips or the hands of a friend in greeting. Once a year one might speak to her and get a glimpse of her face through the convent bars. But there could be no closer meeting.
They were weeping as they crowded around her in the anteroom, and Ruth Herrick, swept there by the energetic though still subdued Miss Van Orden, felt strangely out of place.
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