” “You do not understand me at all,” she declared. On a bench at the foot of the trees, with a pipe in his mouth, and a tankard by his side, sat the worthy carpenter, looking the picture of good-heartedness and benevolence. Only identity, and a chance to be someone other than a nun. Brute! Fool! To have come to her on such an errand. No one. It had been his fevered imagination that had endued the garment with some extraordinary value. You appear to be amongst those strong enough in all ordinary matters, but who seem to think it quite natural and proper to give in at once and play the weakling directly—one cares.
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