” He said. If I told you the facts, I expect, since you are in love with me, you’d explain the whole business as being very fine and honorable for me—the Higher Morality, or something of that sort. By the time he had reached the summit of this hill, he had lost all trace of them; and the ardour of the chase having in some measure subsided, he began to reproach himself for his folly, in having wandered—as he conceived—so far out of his course. I don’t see what you can have to say. The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. She let him have it all, as it was, after all, for the last time. Seizing her hand he covered it with kisses. One has to train one’s self not to.
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