Such apartments as she saw were either scandalously dirty or unaccountably dear, or both. "Is that all? Then learn from me that your hopes are visionary as their foundation. But get up behind, Blueskin. Her long incarceration at the convent in Blaye had taught her to be dismissive of her own appearance. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. "Quite sorry, my good friend, there should have been any misunderstanding between us," observed the woollen-draper.
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