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‘I don’t want a list of all the nuns resident in your wretched convent. ” It was her last evening in that wrappered life against which she had rebelled. It was an odd little encounter, that left vague and dubitable impressions in her mind. ” She turned a firelit face to her husband. She found it extremely difficult to infuse an air of quiet correctitude into her return through the window, and when she was safely inside she waved clinched fists and executed a noiseless dance of rage. "Mother! dear mother!" cried Jack, folding her to his breast.
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