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But leave me here in my home, child, I will disintegrate if
I am exposed. Her sister’s
words were true. ’
Oh, do they? No kitchen service? No feeding of pigs? It was evident that this
woman knew nothing of nuns, if a certain young lady’s artless reminiscences
were anything to go by. The intruder was handsomely, even richly, attired in a scarlet riding-suit,
embroidered with gold; a broad belt, to which a hanger was attached, crossed his
shoulders; his boots rose above his knee, and he carried a laced hat in his hand. Her knees shook, her breath came fast, she almost felt the lurid effect of those
tiny patches of rouge upon her pallor-stricken cheeks. Your name?"
"Owen Wood," replied the carpenter; "I've no reason to be ashamed of it. He thought for a moment, and went on: “Love is something that has to be
taken care of. Here was no crooked soul; a little
weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest. He's more like a lord than—"
As she spoke, steps were heard approaching; the door was thrown open, and a
young man marched boldly into the room.
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