“YOU wouldn’t like to be independent?” he asked, abruptly. She hesitated in answering the door, her violin still crooked underneath her chin. ‘Mademoiselle,’ he had greeted her, entering the little private parlour where, Martha being at prayer in their room, she sat alone, reading over and over the letter Mother Abbess had given her and revolving plans in her head. . We were to live in some wretched London suburb. No matter how often she came across this phase in love stories, there was never anything explanatory: as if all human beings perfectly understood.
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