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CHAPTER X. ‘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. “I can’t conceive what you want. ” He looked at her pleadingly. But, in spite of his general insensibility to such matters, Quilt could not help commenting upon the delicious perfume wafted from the numerous flower-beds past which they were driving. Perhaps what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites. He had been ill; no matter about that: he recollected every thought that had led up to it and every act that had consummated the deed. But I have heard that he almost had to leave the schools.
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