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Like a nightmare memory that returned again and again to haunt her. ‘Mademoiselle,’ he had greeted her, entering the little private parlour where, Martha being at prayer in their room, she sat alone, reading over and over the letter Mother Abbess had given her and revolving plans in her head. Sheppard, with a deep sigh, perceiving that her benefactor hesitated to pronounce the word.
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