“Fearful old fogey! I can’t imagine any sister of yours putting up with him for a moment. Her long incarceration at the convent in Blaye had taught her to be dismissive of her own appearance. She could no longer wait. Taking the direction pointed out, he rode off. The room was worse than pokey, it was shabby; and the view from the window, of chimney pots and slate roofs, wholly uninspiring. They shall hear of me no more. " The poor widow hung her head, and pressed her child closer to her breast.
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