“Oh, there’s no doubt of it! Since the girls of the eighties broke bounds and sailed away on bicycles—my young days go back to the very beginnings of that —it’s been one triumphant relaxation. ’ ‘You’re incorrigible,’ scolded Hilary, beginning to follow. What CAN she put before that?” His voice began to rise. ‘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. All was darkness, horror, confusion, ruin.
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