He walked through a wide open archway, curtained with deep-blue curtains, into the apartment that served as a reception-room. He blushed, too, spiritually, as it were. “Not home yet, miss,” the young man replied. ’ She ended on a note of sheer frustration, clenched fists beating the air. He was into the passage in time to see her slip into another chamber at the end. A time may come when this little chap will need my aid, and, depend upon it, he shall never want a friend in Owen Wood. We are nuns.
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