" And he led the way to an inner room, in the middle of which stood a table, covered with a large white cloth. The Storm. The darkness prevented the carpenter from discerning the features or figure of the stranger; and the ceaseless din precluded the possibility of holding any communication by words with him. He had brought her here to this place—where her freedom was curtailed even more than at the convent so that a cavalier was very much needed—and only on Monday came again. None at all. He ignored her protests in order to pursue some impressive line of his own. ‘Come, mademoiselle.
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