102 When he took her out, he was proud of her. ‘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. His eyes were set too close together. ‘Well! I hadn’t no notion as he’d got hisself married again. “It does nothing but sit there. You were dying and your baby along with you. ’ It took several frustrating moments, working at the protrusions of the carving down the side of the bookshelves, tugging at leaves, pushing at flowers. I pledged my thumb that, dead or alive, I'd pay the wager if I lost; and I should like to be as good as my word. Her soul was full of the sense of disaster. Her whole conduct and tone had been modest and ladylike. That was odd: when young people were joyous, they had to express it physically. She colored faintly.
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