‘This is not love, Marthe. I almost wish we hadn't come. ’ Her eyes narrowed. She went to a writing-desk and made some memoranda on a sheet of note-paper, and then remembered that she had no address as yet to which letters could be sent. She fidgeted and looked away. ’ If you engage me it must be upon my own merits. Things that you and the nuns would not think about for—’ She stopped, biting back the words “for a young girl”.
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