She entered the last room, his bedroom. She tried not to notice how much attention Martin Chen had been paying her, but he had been bold enough to speak to her the other day. Then she burst into a peal of laughter. No sterner head was ever beheld beneath the cowl of a monk, or the bonnet of an inquisitor. I suppose most of our daughters would marry organ-grinders if they had a chance—at that age. Only a book detective could dope this out. “The Chens must already be here. U. ‘Yes, I know. ’ ‘A convent?’ echoed Gerald with interest. "Oh, God! that I might die too," cried Jack, falling on his knees beside her. Her heart swelled to suffocation. 1.
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