’ Joan nodded, her face still averted. She listened, her suspicions confirmed. The houses overhung in a frightful manner, and looked as if the next gust would precipitate them into the river. On a pallet in one corner lay a pale emaciated female. Charvill’s command of French was enough to tell him that, for its entire content was devoted to commending Nicholas Charvill’s fourteen year old daughter into the care of the Abbess. ’ ‘Comment? You wish to murder me?’ ‘No, I wish to beat you,’ he retorted.
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