But on Sunday he had been obliged to attend to certain matters for the nuns. “Perhaps for me,” she added, with a sudden wistful look out of the bare high window, “a night of beginnings. The salt air was fresher than the stale air in the manor. I sha’n’t care a rap if we can never marry. I’m sick of this town and I can’t wait to get out.
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