It was a serene and charming evening, and twilight was gently stealing over the face of the country. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. The house had in fact been converted into a convent, but the fact could not be advertised, not even in the Catholic enclave that existed in this part of town. "You should be glad to be made an honest woman. Wood's favourite sitting-room, and her image was so intimately associated with it, neither the carpenter nor his daughter could muster courage to enter it before. No mother would have sent her daughter into the world with such a wardrobe.
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