He pulled rein at the sight of her, saluted, and regarded her with his rather too protuberant eyes. "You will never leave me," sobbed the poor woman, straining him to her breast. ‘Mademoiselle,’ he had greeted her, entering the little private parlour where, Martha being at prayer in their room, she sat alone, reading over and over the letter Mother Abbess had given her and revolving plans in her head. She was pensive and thoughtful. It was very pretty and very dainty while it lasted, but we played it with our eyes open, and we perfectly understood the game—both of us.
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