The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. It was Blueskin. But it never said: "Tell someone! Tell someone!" Was he something of a moral pervert, then? Was it what he had lost—the familiar world—rather than what he had done? He stared dully at the footrail. “Which one?” “The one whose life you have been making a burden, who has been all the time shielding her sister. But I have two hundred thousand pounds. Why ain’t you gorn? Seems to me I had ought to arrest you. ’ ‘Will you go back there?’ asked Gerald. But those days are over—quite over. Her confession was still unmade. It was hard to gain weight when you hated to eat.
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