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He swore when I tried to get it out with the ladle, and told
me what it said. I do not
intend to be married, or to become engaged just at present. The little grating in the door, the sense of constant
inspection, worried her. I do not know anything of him since I have fourteen years, and
that he sent me to Blaye to be a nun. Her roving eagerness was at all times shaded with shyness, reserve,
repression. “I think, aunt,” she said, “you might trust to my self-respect to keep me
out of that. "What shall I
say? Shall I tell you, or shall I leave you in the dark—as I must always leave
her? What shall I say except that I am accursed of men? Yes; I have loved
something—her mother. You are wrong even about that man’s scientific
position and his standard of work.
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