’ ‘Oh, you are, are you?’ said the nun, evidently not mollified, but she was forestalled. I want to know—just as much as I can. She cursed the treachery of memory, its frailty and spottiness. Curiosity held her by one hand, urging her to recklessness, and caution held her by the other. ” She replied weakly.
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