The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. She shrugged her shoulders. One or two landladies refused her with an air of conscious virtue that she found hard to explain. "Your business, Sir?" returned the other, stiffly. ” Lucy and Sebastian returned to the mausoleum. Manning.
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