“In Paris our lives were far apart, and we had seldom the same friends. “Come with me. But I do not even care if I am absurd. ‘The poor girl was thrust into a convent to become a nun. Stories … love stories: and to-morrow she would know the joy of reading them! It was almost unbelievable; it was too good to be true. Besides these there was a warm gooseberry-tart, and a cold pigeon pie—the latter capacious enough, even allowing for its due complement of steak, to contain the whole produce of a dovecot; a couple of lobsters and the best part of a salmon swimming in a sea of vinegar, and shaded by a forest of fennel. You are afraid of the warmth in your blood. Sometimes he was obviously irritable and uncomfortable and unfortunate in his efforts to seem at ease. ‘Was this when Nicholas commended you to this Abbess?’ ‘But, yes. Think, ma’am.
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