I thank God for the beauty you love and the faults you love. In a convent, you understand, one is like a servant, even if one is a lady. If he had got off, they might have hanged me, and welcome. Fly! they shall knock me on the head—curse 'em!—before they shall touch you. The season was ripe for mating, she thought to herself bitterly.
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