‘Let me tell you,’ went on the nun severely, ‘it would have been better for you if you had taken the veil. She had imagined that prisons were white-tiled places, reeking of lime-wash and immaculately sanitary. ’ Footsteps sounded just outside, and Captain Roding walked in. “Well, you have thought it over?” he said, sitting down beside her. It’s odd, but nothing but cliche seems to meet this case. You might even tire of me by then, you know. I beg that you will consider me your friend. Before she passed out she turned and faced Sir John. He must never refuse her anything which was within his power to grant—anything (he modified) which did not lead to his motives. Do get your hat, and we will go to that corner café.
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