Looked all over that dratted convent of yours—or at least Trodger and the men did so—but no sign of them. His hair was thick and brown and his skin was fair. A bowl of roses, just brought by Ann Veronica, adorned the communal dressing-table, and Ann Veronica was particularly trim in preparation for a call she was to make with her aunt later in the afternoon. Even were she to get an opportunity to scream, it would be some time before such a call, unprecedented though it might be, brought the nuns so much out of their absorption that they interrupted their prayer to investigate. They got to go home and eat Campbell’s Chicken Soup. She is your sister, and God knows I wish her none. You will leave me utterly distraught.
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