Grasping one of chairs about the little table, he drew it forward and sat astride it, in a fashion as insolent as it was unexpected. I have it on my conscience that I offended you—” “Offended me when?” “I’ve been haunted by the memory of you. He is the one who has said that she must go to the convent. ’ He took a pace forward, seizing the gun with one hand, while the other locked her arm so that he could forcibly wrest the weapon from her. Supposing she saw the young man at dinner that night, emptying his bottle? She could not go to him, sit down and draw the sordid pictures she had seen so often. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise.
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