"I wouldn't give a betel-nut for a
man who wouldn't stick to his guns, if he believed himself in the right. “David Courtlaw!” she repeated. ‘I do not steal,’ declared the lady hotly. "Enough's as good as a feast. But let that verse tell my secret. “How do you know—why do you think that my name is
Anna?” He smiled in a quietly superior way. She made a few
protests, a few excuses for her action in accepting him, a few lame explanations,
but he did not heed them or care for them. But it's confounded inconvenient. "Very well. ‘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.
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