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But with the morning, the glorious unstained morning the passion of living would stir even the blood of a clod. “Suppose you call me by my proper name,” she said quietly. ‘To what do you go, mademoiselle? The life of a nun in a convent, in a country where nuns are unwelcome. Wood—and after him came his daughter. Why should they be? She and Ramage were friends, very good friends. She withdrew her head with a little moan, and resumed her flight. Standing before a mirror set on a dresser between the windows, two hands frozen in the act of adjusting a wide-brimmed hat on her head, stood a lady in a dark riding habit, her startled features turned towards the door.
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