In a winter city [electronic resource]: a sketch . CHAPTER XI. The next day was Ash Wednesday. Madame Mila awoke too late for mass, andwith a feverish throbbing in her temples. Sheand the Archduchess had only left the Veglioneas the morning sun came up bright and tranquilover the shining waters of the river from behindthe eastern hills. Madame Mila j^awned and yawned again ascore of times, drank a little green tea to wakenherself, thought how horrid Lent was, and ranover in her mind how much she would confessat confession. She determined to repent her sins very peni-tently. She would only go t
In a winter city [electronic resource]: a sketch . CHAPTER XI. The next day was Ash Wednesday. Madame Mila awoke too late for mass, andwith a feverish throbbing in her temples. Sheand the Archduchess had only left the Veglioneas the morning sun came up bright and tranquilover the shining waters of the river from behindthe eastern hills. Madame Mila j^awned and yawned again ascore of times, drank a little green tea to wakenherself, thought how horrid Lent was, and ranover in her mind how much she would confessat confession. She determined to repent her sins very peni-tently. She would only go to musical parties, 330 IN A WINTER CITY. she would wear no low bodices, she would eat fishtwice a-week—the red mullets were really verynice—and she would go for all holy week enretraite: if she did all that, the most severemonitor could not require her to give upMaurice. Poor Maurice! she smiled to herself, in themiddle of a yawn; how devoted he was!—heonly lived on her breath, and if she dismissedhim would kill himself with absinthe. Shere
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