"H'm, yes. What shall I tell you? I don't remember much indeed.
She was such a sickly girl," he went on, growing dreamy and looking
down again. "Quite an invalid. She was fond of giving alms to the
poor, and was always dreaming of a nunnery, and once she burst into
tears when she began talking to me about it. Yes, yes, I remember. I
remember very well. She was an ugly little thing. I really don't
know what drew me to her then- I think it was because she was always
ill. If she had been lame or hunchback, I believe I should have
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