" And he strode out of the place. "My good friend, Owen Wood,—Heaven preserve him!—is still living. ‘Tell me about the convent? Were you happy there? They were kind to you, the nuns?’ ‘Oh, but yes. I have no right to love you. I’m sorry. ’ The pathetic sob which accompanied the last word had a signal effect on two of the company at least. Why don’t you just tell me what is going on with you! Why the police questioned you! Why they’re looking for your mother? I’ll understand! Just tell me and I swear to God Lucy I’ll understand.
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