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” “What is there to be feared?” he asked her quietly. She went to her room and changed the loose morning gown in which she had lunched for a dark walking dress. It’s your first evening, and early impressions do count for so much. She said it audibly, having learned long since that an audible prayer was a concentrated one. And the woman who showed this room was tall, with an understanding eye and the quiet manner of the well-trained servant. “I will take a carriage,” she said, “and fetch my things. “You mean to tell me” he said, “that you have a lover? While I have been keeping you! Yes—keeping you!” This view of life he hurled at her as if it were an offensive missile. ‘Quite mad, nuns are. Hitherto, no visiters had been permitted to see him.
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