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The unpleasant oily chill of fever overtook her body, and she watched in horror as Sebastian carried her to his bed on his shoulder like a sack of flour. "Nobody composes any more, nobody paints, nobody writes—I mean, on a par with what we've just heard. I find you an impenetrable enigma. He drew her closer. If Emile can see him, then so also can I. One of her duties, after she had been taught to read, had been to read aloud after breakfast and before going to bed. Their colorful displays seemed to repel the dreariness of the sky as each group savored its long awaited moment, its weekend arrival in front of the opposite sex. “You are afraid,” she said, “that the young man who thinks that he is my husband has upset me. Why? He could preach the Word and deny Love!—tame the savage heart, succour broken white men!—pray with his face strained with religious fervour! The idea made her dizzy because it was so inexplicable. The nuns wore their habit, and said all their offices, and went about their tasks unobtrusively, relieving the poor and needy and tending the sick.
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