“There I can’t help,” said Capes. Stanley professed a great solicitude to warm his hands. ’ ‘But, Marthe, you do not imagine that I would have taken the veil like you, even if you have not told me. Ennison,” she exclaimed, “is that really you?” There was no sign of embarrassment in her manner. Who could say that the girl's father had not once been a fashionable clergyman in the States and that drink had got him and forced him down, step by step, until—to use the child's odd expression—he had come upon the beach? She was cynical, this spinster.
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