" She opened the book which she had brought to the table. “My heart, my dove, I only want to heal you. Things that you and the nuns would not think about for—’ She stopped, biting back the words “for a young girl”. ‘And I wouldn’t be no sort of a man if I’d heard what I heard, and gone off and left you. Her eyes were wide and bright. So he sharpened a score of pencils, and after fiddling about and rewriting the last page he had written the previous night, he plunged into work. Never had he corrected her with hand or whip, the ring in his voice had always been sufficient to cower her.
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