Horribly skinny he was, and short too. Anna sent her away. One night, she drew close to him in bed, trying to warm herself by embracing his back. ‘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. The cage has a strong door, with an iron grating at the top, and further secured by a stout bolt and padlock. All this was exciting and entertaining. The unknown, previously so attractive, now presented another face—blank. Her patience was waning fast.
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