She climbed slowly towards it, keeping close to the hedge side, fragrant with wild roses, and holding her skirts high above the dew-laden grass. Every now and then she fingered an ornament, moved a piece of furniture, or rearranged some draperies. Her stifled misery had betrayed her. ‘Hadn’t meant you to know,’ said the nun gruffly. Insulting cries became frequent and various, but for the most part she could not understand what was said. “You must tell me the truth, and I will see that no harm comes to you. ’ She waved towards a handy table to one side which was piled high with so many volumes, it looked in imminent danger of crashing to the floor. You have been going out every morning, and coming home late—tired out—too tired to come down to dinner. ” “Yes. How are you?” “I’m fine,” she said, unaware of all events except for the voice on the other line. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters.
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