‘To what do you go, mademoiselle? The life of a nun in a convent, in a country where nuns are unwelcome. ‘You, Mademoiselle Charvill, are as unlike most of your sex as you can be. She came into the room. At this moment, his quick ears detected the sound of footsteps on the stairs. In spite of God and wasps and her father, she had stolen plums; and once because of discovered misdeeds, and once because she had realized that her mother was dead, she had lain on her face in the unmown grass, beneath the elmtrees that came beyond the vegetables, and poured out her soul in weeping. " "But you will,—won't you?" she rejoined, looking him coaxingly in the face. He recognized the handwriting, and turned a shade paler.
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