. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. The comtesse always felt Madame Valade to be not of her class, of course. Miraculously, her schoolmates were so upswept in their own summer planning that they had no time to interrogate her. It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock.
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