‘Tell me about the convent? Were you happy there? They were kind to you, the nuns?’ ‘Oh, but yes. We must never let your father know we went. She mentally reprimanded herself to alter her own visage so as not to appear depraved. She liked his face; it had on it the suggestion of gentleness, of fineness. Probably some woman on the loose; they were as thick as flies over here—dizzy blondes. ‘André? Que dit-il?’ ‘My wife does not understand,’ said the fellow, frowning deeply.
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