‘If you are not going to visit Charvill today, I’ll escort you back to the convent in Golden Square. ’ She eyed him, all her uncertainty surfacing. The latter looked very pale, either from the effect of his wound, which was not yet entirely healed, or from suppressed emotion,—partly, perhaps, from both causes,—and wore his left arm in a sling. ” “What ball?” The question was rhetorical. If there were any pearls, none came into the light. He could not see these two shrinking misses capering about in a nun’s habit and brandishing a defiant pistol. A pity you did not think to tell me that part of the tale at the outset.
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