“Cheveney!” she repeated. But he did not find the sword of monsieur le major, for this
sergeant would have recognised it and told me that I am arrested again. ‘Oh, dearie me, I wish I’d never told you anything about it,’ lamented the nun,
moving to the only chair the vestry possessed and sinking down into it. It’s one of their worst traits, one of their very
worst. “I think we have,” he answered, gravely, and took her in his arms, and
smoothed her hair from her forehead, and very tenderly kissed her lips. She went to her room and changed the
loose morning gown in which she had lunched for a dark walking dress. Her soul was
full of the sense of disaster.
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