The warm September sun fell strongly on this part of the grounds, uninterrupted by trees, its light bouncing off the glass in the mansion’s walls. Living, he knew that he would never send that letter. ‘Oh, dearie me, I wish I’d never told you anything about it,’ lamented the nun, moving to the only chair the vestry possessed and sinking down into it. “I might go home, I don’t know. Yet the fact remains that you do not understand me at all. He returned the locket without comment.
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