She fell into a deep delirium, whispering hoarsely to her dead mother, cursing God in Heaven, cursing her doctor, cursing herself as apparitions of devils and demons pulled at her with yellow ochre hands. She wanted to stay where she was; but tears were dangerous; the more she wept, the weaker she would become defensively. "Drink this," cried Jonathan, handing her the cup. She took a few of his things before she scanned the area. ‘To what do you go, mademoiselle? The life of a nun in a convent, in a country where nuns are unwelcome. Whatever anticipation Ann Veronica had formed of this vanished in the reality. “Well, my girl, I wish you had thought about all these things before these bothers began.
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