Many a black veil hid a high-born dame, and the religious habit was no protection. “When did you look up my mother’s records at the Joliet library, Michelle?” Lucy asked, trying not to incriminate herself by sounding confrontational. Swinging her arm in an arc, she let go of the foil and it flew across the chapel towards the main door, crashing down between the pews, and clattering onto the floor. She pulled the door so that it was not quite to, and held out her hand, palm up. He shall expiate his offences on the gibbet.
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