The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. The windows were still darkened—perhaps she was not home yet. Her tears dissipated as she began to convulse, completely devoid of any spare fluid. This was to pass under the arch, along the narrow ledge of the starling, and, if possible, attain the eastern platform, where, protected by the bridge, he would suffer less from the excessive violence of the gale.
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