He called a waiter. "I must go. ’ ‘A convent?’ echoed Gerald with interest. "Halloa!" exclaimed Austin, who had caught a glimpse of her departing figure, "one of the women is gone!" "No—no," hastily interposed Mrs. ‘Pardon, milor’,’ said Valade, ‘but Monsieur Charvill, he was not at fault. I will always think of you with fondness, no matter what. At the threshold of the study he bade her good-night; but he did not touch her forehead with his lips. He seemed to do ten things before she could think to do one, to leap upon her and take possession. I was sorry for what I did afterwards; for, I don't know why, but, poor, lady! with her pale face, and black eyes, she reminded me of my mother.
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