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Manning at last broke down by coming directly at her as she talked with the vicar’s aunt about some of the details of the alleged smell of the new church lamps. Hang the wench! Roding was right. He must be tied behind the carriage. His high brow was what caused all the ladies in town to covet him, it radiated intelligence but also something more primal. You are the High Priestess of Life. ‘Your master in?’ he demanded of the astonished footman, removing his cockaded hat and handing it over. They conversed, or more or less she interviewed him. There was little more here than a sideboard, a chest for the vestments, and a simple wooden chair. I have an appetite which I dare not increase. She was always breaking rules, whispering asides, intimating signals.
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