” “Your priestess,” whispered Ann Veronica, softly. The stranger started at the touch, and spoke. "You are not. Winifred screamed. “Perhaps for myself I do not mind, but this man is sure to find out some day, and he will not like having been deceived. “I remember when you walked me home. And you have stolen my dagger. You disgust me.
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