Summary

Portrait of Louis Couperus Louis Couperus Old People and the Things that Pass… (1919)

She folded her thin hands in her lap; and their fingers were slender and wand-like, like Grandmamma's. Her voice sounded like Grandmamma's. As she sat there, in her black gown, in the pale light of that convent-parlour, permeated with a chilliness that was likewise pale, the resemblance was terrifying: this daughter appeared to be one and the same as her mother, seemed to be that mother herself; and it was as though bygone years had returned in a wonderful, haunting, pale, white light.
"And how are they all at the Hague?" asked Aunt Thérèse.
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Portrait of Louis Couperus Louis Couperus Old People and the Things that Pass… (1919)

The chant of a litany came from the chapel, which occupied a larger room opposite the little parlour.
They met the reverend mother in the passage; she was on her way to the chapel:
"How did you find your aunt?" she whispered. "Going to extremes, I expect: yes, she does go to extremes. Look! ..."
And she made Elly, Lot and Theo peep through the door of the chapel. The sisters, kneeling on the praying-chairs, were chanting their prayers. On the floor, between the chairs, lay Aunt Thérèse, prostrate at full length, with her face hidden in her hands.
"Look!" said the reverend mother, with a frown.
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