‘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. That would be an unkind twist of fate. Pews had been brought in and set in two rows before the huge table, covered in white cloth, that formed the altar at the far end. A man might be without relatives, but certainly he would not be without friends, that is to say, without letters. I have been thinking—I will go to my wife again. Wood, in equal trepidation. You did not marry her because you loved her; you did not marry because she might have had money; you did not marry her out of gratitude; you did not marry her because you had to. She thought of them as fools, but had been sorry to see them go.
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