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Meantime, as the doctor was splitting his breakfast orange, he heard a
commotion in his office, two rooms removed: volleys of pidgin English, one
voice in protest, the other dominant. Not much. ’
Hilary’s jaw dropped open, and he stood stupidly staring, the nun’s clothing
dangling from his hand. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by
various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape
with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of
widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a
linsey-woolsey shawl. Then she uttered a strangled, ‘Espéce
de bête!’ and burst into tears. ‘Well, I can see you won’t let it alone, so what do you
propose to do about the wench?’
‘I’ll die before I let it alone,’ Gerald vowed.
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