’ The Mother Abbess—and indeed all the nuns, some of higher birth more fearful than others—were aghast at the horrors that had befallen the family Valade. She admired and rather pitied him, and she was unfeignedly grateful to him. "Where did you learn the song I heard just now?" he demanded, in an authoritative tone. When she came to, she was lying with her head in Martha’s lap, and a livid bruise was forming at the point of a raging headache. Over an old crazy bedstead was thrown a squalid, patchwork counterpane; and upon the counterpane lay a black hood and scarf, a pair of bodice of the cumbrous form in vogue at the beginning of the last century, and some other articles of female attire. “Oh God!” she cried, “Oh God!” and flung aside her opera-cloak, and for a time walked about the room—a Corsair’s bride at a crisis of emotion. I shall be very sorry if I cannot have you for a friend.
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