Chapter 22 BROTHER ALBURTUS

When death immortal stays the mortal pulse.

-Lucretius.

hen I write here that I slept until after the seventh hour-which was midday with us-I fear it may be thought I missed not much our sister and my Sonnlein, but I like not to be misjudged, for though I slept so long and even soundly, it was because of a healthy body and for the still bette