Capes was married,” said Ann Veronica, resuming the conversation with an entire disappearance of her former lassitude. The nuns wore their habit, and said all their offices, and went about their tasks unobtrusively, relieving the poor and needy and tending the sick. I don’t think I shall ever care for this bonnet again. “You see,” said Ann Veronica, staring before her at the window-sash, “that’s the form my question takes at the present time. She was not squeamish—although the sight of the sergeant’s ominous preparations had severely tried her fortitude—but Kimble’s white face plagued her conscience.
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