Download or read book The Price of Lis Doris Volume 2 written by Maarten Maartens and published by Rarebooksclub.com. This book was released on 2013-09 with total page 70 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1910 edition. Excerpt: ...her duty, by offering to go and sit with her mother. That mother was the terror of her thoughts and, still more, of her dreams. Sometimes the help would come running late at night. "Her mother was screaming for her to come and pray!" She hurried along through the clammy Dutch mist. Her mother was dying. Her mother (a Protestant) had no faith in mild Protestant prayers. Redempta must come and help her into heaven! "Not after ten," said Lis Doris. Redempta, with circles under her eyes from a brief sleep haunted by yells, Redempta sat tranquilly classifying prints. These were her hours of happiness, out on the heath or more rarely in the silent studio, with hardly a sound throughout the empty house. The whole village of course strongly disapproved. Saskia would come after a time and smilingly fetch her away to her lessons, for Saskia was teaching her to spell French. He took up his cup of tea and lingeringly drank it. That was her chance of a talk. She held up a sheet. "I think it's a lovely face. Don't you?" she questioned eagerly. "I have been looking at it ever so long. I wish everybody were lovely. There oughtn't to be an ugly person anywhere. Ugly persons have ugly souls." "Not always," he smiled. "Always those I have met. And the beautiful souls always were beautiful. Is not the face as the mirror? Behold now the eyes of Saint Catherine! One can see she is a saint." He looked, to please her. "Well, of course," he said, "she was a very good woman. I have been to Siena. It is an exquisite place. Full of her still." She screamed with laughter. "But it is not Catherine of Siena," she cried. "Do you not see the...