" The air in the narrow street, which was not eight feet wide, swarmed with smells impossible to define; but all at once the pleasantly pungent odour of Chinese incense drifted across the girl's face, and gratefully she quickened her inhalations. ” “I MUST talk with you. The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. If not, I'll take a cheerful glass with you at the City of Oxford, on my way to Tyburn. She felt a new warmth in her blood, a strange sense of elation crept over her.
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