She wanted to be alone. ‘I am nine-and-twenty,’ he answered. “Go on,” he said. His age was not far from fifty. It was the largest room in the house, which was why it had been given over to the main business of the convent as a house of God. She was lamentably without comparisons; such few young men as she had seen—white men—had been on the beach, pitiful and terrible objects. “When one is happy—I don’t like to think of them. Here was a little corner of the past—a tragic corner. . ‘Ask him.
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