The booming voice and the energetic movements spoke plainly of hurry. Certainly, there wasn't a thing in the pockets. In the distance a bell clanged, and chattering broke out in the doorway as several nuns came crowding in. They had much to talk about, or rather Miss Prudence had. From his wallet he brought forth a yellow letter. Capes bore a face of infinite perplexity. She remained for some seconds crouching at the fender, poker in hand.
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