And don’t talk until we’re well out of earshot. ‘Hadn’t meant you to know,’ said the nun gruffly. Your life is like a funeral March. I bring you tidings of an old friend. “Aunt!” she said, “I can’t—” Then she caught a wild appeal in her aunt’s blue eye, halted, and the door clicked upon them.
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