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"MONSIEUR ne mange rien," said Sister St. Joseph.
"Monsieur's palate is ruined by Manchu cooking," replied the Mother Superior.
The smile left Sister St. Joseph's face and she assumed an expression of some primness. Waddington, a roguish glance in his eyes, took another cake. Kitty did not understand the incident.
"To prove to you how unjust you are, ma mère, I will ruin the excellent dinner that awaits me."
"If Mrs. Fane would like to see over the convent I shall be glad to show her." The Mother Superior turned to Kitty with a deprecating smile. "I am sorry you should see it just now when everything is in disorder. We have so much work and not enough Sisters to do it. Colonel Yü has insisted on our putting our infirmary at the disposal of sick soldiers and we have had to make the
