” “You love—Anna?” she exclaimed. In the distance a bell clanged, and chattering broke out in the doorway as several nuns came crowding in. “Jacques is wounded and we are arrested by this imbecile of a sergeant. The beautiful gowns and the flashing bare shoulders and arms of the women had disturbed and distressed her. I believe I am getting impudent. There isn’t a husband breathing, Annabel, who wouldn’t have blessed that pistol in your hands, and prayed God that the bullet might go straight. Teas he contributed to the commissariat of Ann Veronica’s campaign—quite a number of teas. What in the world was the wench up to now? For it must be she. For nearly thirty years he had lived here in contented loneliness; then youth had to come and fill him with discontent. It looked as if it had taken its world for granted and prospered on that assumption—a world in which children were trained to obey their elders and the wills of women over-ruled as a matter of course. What brings you here?” “I’m here to see my uncle. He reached over and took her hand.
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