” She went on, with a desperate attempt to be easy and colloquial: “You see, we were rather good friends, I thought, and now perhaps it will be difficult for us to get back to the old friendly footing. Take care of the old clothesman, and leave the rest to me. None at all. He was inclined to be a good-natured person, and he had no nervous fears of receiving a snub. But the letter, written in his son’s own hand, and addressed to the Mother Abbess of the Convent of the Sisters of Wisdom near Blaye in the district of Santonge, dated a little over five years previously, exercised a powerful effect upon him. My uterus and my ovaries are gone.
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