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The person, shortly afterwards ushered into the room, seemed by the imperfect light,—for the evening was advancing, and the chamber darkened by heavy drapery,—to be a middle-sized middle-aged man, of rather vulgar appearance, but with a very shrewd aspect. The nuns had no regard for the sensibilities of a “lady” and expected Melusine— for it was her allotted task—to clean and tend the soldier’s wounds even when they festered. "My wife and daughter, Sir," said the carpenter, introducing them to his guest. He’d borne mention of the woman’s name. The weed was all right. ’ ‘You need not be a nun,’ he said, leaning towards her. Any alternate format must include the full Project Gutenberg-tm License as specified in paragraph 1. She felt the bedsprings coil as he moved from his seated position, entranced. Her clock had stopped—stopped at the very hour on which she had quitted the Mint! She had not the heart to wind it up again. "It won't do to betray the officer," he muttered.
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