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Nothing can alter my determination. . 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. She cut a deep gash into her own arm with a steel screw, loosing drops of her own blood onto the floorboards. Everywhere I went and rapped at a door I found behind it another dreadful dingy woman—another fallen queen, I suppose— dingier than the last, dirty, you know, in grain. The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink.
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