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They are born idiots, incurably insane. ’ ‘You were quite as bad to me as I was to you,’ Gerald protested mildly, sitting down beside her. 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. ‘I thank you. “For nothing, do you call it?” he declared. “I think, aunt,” she said, “you might trust to my self-respect to keep me out of that. Here, Jem, take the gentleman's horse to the stable—see him dressed and fed directly. Her fingers were bursting through her gloves, as if to get at once into touch with Ann Veronica. I do not wish for you to see me feed. A row of magnificent, and even then venerable, elms threw their broad arms over this pleasant spot. She was always initiating petty breaches of discipline.
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