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chapter-008		chapter-008			.txt	text/plain	5648	243	71	Often in the evening, after she had been plotting and counter-plotting, spying and receiving the reports of spies all day, she would come up to my rooma trace of real weariness on her browand she would sit down and listen while the children said their little prayers to me in English: the Lord's Prayer, and the hymn beginning "Gentle Jesus," these little Catholics were permitted to repeat at my knee; and, when I had put them to bed, she would talk to me (I soon gained enough French to be able to understand, and even answer her) about England and Englishwomen, and the reasons for what she was pleased to term their superior intelligence, and more real and reliable probity. I was one day sitting up-stairs, as usual, hearing the children their English lessons, and at the same time turning a silk dress for Madame, when she came sauntering into the room with that absorbed air and brow of hard thought she sometimes wore, and which made her look so little genial.	./cache/chapter-008.txt	./txt/chapter-008.txt