The nuns wore their habit, and said all their offices, and went about their tasks unobtrusively, relieving the poor and needy and tending the sick. No prisoner except Edgeworth Bess was placed in the same cell with him. Her aunt leaped unhappily to the thought of penitence. Brown engaged in the usual browbeating and complaining he reserved for sections who came in late and soloists who left tempo behind like the leftovers of a Sunday picnic. That’s how it takes me.
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