“Will you tell Sydney that I will see him in the morning,” he said. Behind the Avenue was a little hill, and an iron-fenced path went over the crest of this to a stile under an elm-tree, and forked there, with one branch going back into the Avenue again. While he thus vented his rage, the door again opened, and Quilt Arnold rushed into the room, bleeding, and half-dressed. She cleaned everything, wiped every surface, mopped and scrubbed every last drop of blood. ‘Let me tell you,’ went on the nun severely, ‘it would have been better for you if you had taken the veil.
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