She climbed slowly towards it, keeping close to the hedge side, fragrant with wild roses, and holding her skirts high above the dew-laden grass. Papa has sent me to be religieuse. She cursed the treachery of memory, its frailty and spottiness. Forgive me, but you have been looking, have you not, for some employment?” “Quite true!” she answered. E.
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