“Go down and rescue the rags of my reputation,” she said, smiling. “Everything will follow,” she said. He had an objective now. One never knew when it would be necessary to resume her disguise. There was a tearing sound and the cloth of her habit ripped apart as the smothered point drove through it, missing its intended target. But they were old enough to start remembering you as mother, and we cannot have that.
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