Chapter 2
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a cathedral aisle.
It’s beauty seemed to strike the child dumb. She leaned back in the buggy, her face her thin hands clasped before her, her face lifted rapturously to the white splendor above. Even when they had passed out and were driving down the (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)long(end superscript) slope to Newbridge she never moved or spoke. Still with rapt face she gazed afar into the sunset west, with eyes that saw visions trooping splendidly across that glowing background. Through Newbridge, where a bustling little village where dogs barked at them and small boys hooted and curious faces peered from the windows they drove.(begin subscript) ^(end subscript)(begin superscript)still in silence.(end superscript) When three more miles had dropped away behind them the child had not spoken. She could keep silence, (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)it was evident(end superscript) as energetically as she could talk.
PHOTO ANNOTATION

"down the (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)long(end superscript) slope": Robert Harris, Mount Edward Road Near Charlottetown, P.E.I., 1871, watercolour on paper, Gift of Robert Harris Trust, 1965, CAGH-178.
Collection of Confederation Centre Art Gallery