She rambles continually about Jack, and her husband, and that wretch Jonathan, to whom, as far as can be gathered from her wild ravings, she attributes all her misery. “If only I could afford another!” she thought regretfully. Love and lavender, he thought, perhaps wistfully. " He shifted the pages together, rolled and thrust them under her arm. ” She shook her head deliberately, hopelessly. She saw her discarded nun’s habit still on the floor and scooped it up. Some man! And to conclude it all was the figure of her father in the doorway, giving her a last chance, his hat in one hand, his umbrella in the other, shaken at her to emphasize his point. But you belong to me—and I want you. Let us have no more of this humbug. He still watched her and questioned her.
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