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Red velvet curtains rustled under dim lights as the door shut with a heavy snap. ‘What happened, ma’am?’ enquired Gerald gently. She delighted in frustrating him. ‘But that will do for a start. She looked at me as though I were some unclean thing, as though my soul were weighted with every sin in the calendar. We are nuns. And let's see if either of these women, who prate of their love for you, will do as much. The Oriental accepts my medicines kowtowing, and when my back is turned, chucks the stuff out of the window and burns joss-sticks. ‘There is Bernadette, Marie-Thérèse, Marie-Joséphine, Marie-Claire, Henriette—’ Exasperated, Gerald seized her by the shoulders.
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