From his wallet he brought forth a yellow letter. “I’m not sure whether we don’t rather overdo all this higher education,” he said, with an effect of conveying profound meanings. His perseverance was amply rewarded. Inexplicably there flashed into vision the Chinese wedding procession in the narrow, twisted streets of the city, that first day: the gorgeous palanquin, the tomtoms, the weird music, the ribald, jeering mob that trailed along behind. ‘Mademoiselle,’ he had greeted her, entering the little private parlour where, Martha being at prayer in their room, she sat alone, reading over and over the letter Mother Abbess had given her and revolving plans in her head. Do you understand?’ ‘Aye, sir. I wanted to speak to you first. " Mr.
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