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She could hear the bell tinkle as the horse shook its
head. "
The order was promptly obeyed. "Well, you women are forgiving creatures, I must say," observed Jonathan,
sarcastically. Her expression was a little changed, less innocent,
more discerning. However, no one had discovered me, so I contrived
to drag myself to my horse. “I hope you are going to Carey House. “She can’t go now. She slipped past the servants, her soft
roe-skin shoes unheard on the old stone. Look! Is that some one
coming out?”
The front door of the flats stood open, and through it a woman, slim and veiled,
passed on to the pavement and turned with swift footsteps in the opposite
direction. We are nuns. The Ragged Edge. Yet, I suppose that at
the present moment I am the most envied man in the room. Which is why I wasn’t able
to see him until today. The
necessity of defending herself and assuming a confident and secure tone did
much to dispell the sense of being exposed and indefensible in a huge dingy
world that abounded in sinister possibilities.
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