’ Roding blinked. ’ Footsteps sounded just outside, and Captain Roding walked in. There was a tearing sound and the cloth of her habit ripped apart as the smothered point drove through it, missing its intended target. Daily contact with actual human beings all the more inclined her toward the imaginative. Hill was seated. It wasn’t anything splendid, you know. I won’t tolerate any foreign tongue in this house, least of all that confounded French. You see, we travelled second class, and we are in the least known quarter of Paris.
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