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Only identity, and a chance to be someone other than a nun. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she threw at him, her brief attack of sobs already ended, although the trace of tears on her cheeks bore witness to its sincerity. “My sister and I,” she said slowly, “have seen very little of each other lately. Tender with the sick, firm with the strong, fearless, with a body that had the resistance of iron, there was nothing of the hypocrite in him. He would get her to come to tea with him, usually in a pleasant tea-room over a fruit-shop in Tottenham Court Road, and he would discuss his own point of view and hint at a thousand devotions were she but to command him. We were to live in some wretched London suburb. On some insane score she fancied she had to state her case in verse. As she hoisted her skirts near her waist, she thought ruefully of the last time she had worn such an elaborate gown, sometime near 1910 when petticoats were still considered hip everyday garb. . For in life there is but one hour: an epic or an idyll: all other hours lead up to and down from it. "No matter," replied Sheppard. It was not a difficult affair. In the afternoon he probably loafs in his pajamas.
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