The manager had sketched the girl's character, or rather had interpreted it, from the incidents which had happened since dinner. The perfume was the only one she ever used. ‘Mademoiselle,’ he had greeted her, entering the little private parlour where, Martha being at prayer in their room, she sat alone, reading over and over the letter Mother Abbess had given her and revolving plans in her head. Yet, I suppose that at the present moment I am the most envied man in the room. One doesn’t want to lose a grain.
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