The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. He turned. Not if I read her aright. ” “That settles it. But some people have no consideration. Ramage,” she said, “please don’t talk like this. "I do not see him. “Why do you hate me again, my love?” He seemed to brighten, feeding upon the intensity of her emotion. His diminutive hand flew out from behind his back like a wounded bird. “I have been amusing myself up to now by trying to earn my living,” she replied. “May I enquire,” he asked smoothly, “in what way my appearance contributes to your amusement? If there is a joke I should like to share it. Thank goodness there’s plenty of opportunity! And we two can talk. On their left the river, with its gloomy pile of buildings on the opposite side, and a huge revolving advertisement throwing its strange reflection upon the black water.
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