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By the time she arrived at the Beck’s doorstep, the morning was risen. Everything was fresh and bright, from the kindly manners of the Frutigen cobbler, who hammered mountain nails into her boots, to the unfamiliar wild flowers that spangled the wayside. ‘And now, monsieur le major—’ ‘I will see you to the door,’ Gerald said, looking with interest at the building that his observant groom had told him housed a small collection of nuns. "Is this Misther Wudd's, my pretty miss?" demanded the rough voice of the Irish watchman. He seemed to her indistinguishably about her father’s age.

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