On the stranger's appearance, she was seated near the window busily occupied with her needle. Her hair was held back in a filigreed barrette. You see, I—I am a woman worshipper. She moved then, fast, taking refuge behind a Chinese screen that was set beside the four-poster at the back of the room. Thames, look the door. A silence ensued. Saws, hammers, planes, axes, augers, adzes, chisels, gimblets, and an endless variety of tools were ranged, like a stand of martial weapons at an armoury, in racks against the walls.
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