"If I spoke to him, my interest might be misinterpreted. Couldn’t fit it inside, but the horse’s blanket lay over it, and, like I said, as long as no one rides him and don’t remove the blanket, I think it’ll stay hid. ‘He can’t be Valade, that’s certain,’ mused Gerald, unheeding. The other individual, who was a little in advance, was concealed from the stranger's view. ’ The Mother Abbess—and indeed all the nuns, some of higher birth more fearful than others—were aghast at the horrors that had befallen the family Valade. He was safe, out of the beaten track, at last really comparable to the needle in the haystack. The dusky obscurity of the room was twice welcome. He was full of fabulous stories, not just tales of his own past in Rome but wonderful fables from the mysterious Orient and the ancient Greeks, old jokes and yarns that only he remembered. "Leave me, Sir; I insist. "I'm an ungrateful dog!" "You will be if you don't instantly kiss me the way you used to. A moment afterwards, the door was closed and bolted, and the carpenter found himself alone. Ruth could tell the doctor; she could bare many of her innermost thoughts to that kindly man; but there was an inexplicable reserve before this young man whom she still endued with the melancholy charm of Sydney Carton.
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