“Why won’t you sleep in my bed tonight, Lucia, where 80 it’s warm?” He asked her one night, teasing but mournful, as she stood in her bedroom doorway in a long white gown. There never is much left for me. Tell me why you ran away from the convent. “Please don’t be sad. Only she was conscious of an unfamiliar and wonderful emotion. " "Very well. ” “If you tempt me too much,” she said, after a silence, “I shall do it. The house had in fact been converted into a convent, but the fact could not be advertised, not even in the Catholic enclave that existed in this part of town. She recalled how she had stretched out her arms toward the magic blue horizon. But, urged by his wife's cries, who was more anxious for the preservation of her child's life than her own, he snatched up the infant, and made his escape from the back of the premises. She hadn't meant to ask anything for herself. She took a few of his things before she scanned the area. ’ Gerald raised his brows. But—It’s just this: who was to be hurt?” “I wish no one had to be hurt,” said Ann Veronica.
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