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Manning relinquished his cup, and looked meaningly at Ann Veronica. Moreover, atrociously and inexorably, he allowed it to appear ever and again in horrible gleams that he suspected there was some man in the case. The vestry was perhaps the only room in the place, except her allotted curtained off portion of the dormitory chamber that served for her cell—and she could not scandalise the nuns by having a man in there, be he never so much a servant—where Melusine could be sure of privacy. The dress came to her only too manifestly unwashed from its former wearer; even the under-linen they gave her seemed unclean. “Think how dumb we find ourselves and stifled! I know we seem to have a sort of freedom.
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