Wood, in his Sunday habiliments and Sunday buckle. He went in and leaned, panting, against one wall. In the distance a bell clanged, and chattering broke out in the doorway as several nuns came crowding in. “Home, of course,” she answered. Her mother…. Come, mon ami, come!’ Ever faithful, Kimble dragged himself into a sitting position, gasping at the pain this caused him. Like a thorough-bred racer, he would sustain twice as much fatigue as a person of heavier mould.
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