Perhaps it was
loneliness. And then came the vile experience of being forced and borne along the street
to the police-station. And nowhere could I obtain the slightest information. Gerald lost his head. ’
‘It’s not that,’ the nun said urgently, ‘but I’ve remembered something
important. There’s the
internal factor as well as the external. ’ She released the pistol which lay in her lap and
gestured expressively with her hands. So
get up, and let's be off. ‘I do not know how you think you may help me,’ she said slowly. I have counted you, and always hoped to count you,
the best of my friends. This way, Sir Rowland. At sight of his wan
features, she forgot the urgency of her need for a moment, and fell to her knees
at his bedside, placing her hands on his slack ones where they lay on the soiled
coverlet.
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