Nuns, I mean. She was new, unlike any other woman he had met in all his wide travel. “You go home and think of all this,” he said, “and talk about it to-morrow. So was I, in fact. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. ‘Been led up the garden path by that confounded rapscallion.
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