” He was dressed in his uniform of a Polo shirt and twill pants. Looked all over that dratted convent of yours—or at least Trodger and the men did so—but no sign of them. "I am no man's mistress," answered the widow, crimsoning to her temples, but preserving her meek deportment, and humble tone. ’ ‘Don’t tell me,’ exploded his second-in-command. It is so that I may marry an Englishman. She let go of him and stood up, straightening herself. You're the first widow I ever heard of who could withstand that lure. 1.
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