Presently he began to weave a tale, sorry enough, with all the ancient claptraps and rusted platitudes. “It rests with them by the nature of things. I do forgive him; but he will never know now. It was the largest room in the house, which was why it had been given over to the main business of the convent as a house of God. Hers were less noble, yet stately. As she hoisted her skirts near her waist, she thought ruefully of the last time she had worn such an elaborate gown, sometime near 1910 when petticoats were still considered hip everyday garb.
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