‘Not from the nuns, no. “I suppose he’s frightfully clever,” said Miss Klegg. He can't play cards, either, when he's sober. Checking an ominous cough, that, ever and anon, convulsed her lungs, the poor woman addressed a few parting words to her companion, who lingered at the doorway as if he had something on his mind, which he did not very well know how to communicate. His face was wreathed in smiles, his beringed hand was cordially outstretched. He had said so.
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