I dare say anything seemed better to her than the nun’s habit she had been obliged to use. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. "Have you got Jonathan out of the way?" he asked, in an eager whisper. ” The man obeyed his orders noiselessly and then left the room.
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