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It was impulsive and natural. Looked all over that dratted convent of yours—or at least Trodger and the men did so—but no sign of them. She bathed frequently with ash and lye soap stolen from traders. In her usual style, she interviewed him for his life and was pleased that he liked nothing more than to talk about himself. From then until four in the afternoon there was nothing to do—the whole island went to sleep. He uttered a short laugh. It did not matter that he wore the cloth; something was wrong with him. “It is just a look. ‘The general himself?’ ‘How shall I get my inheritance if the general will believe that pig?’ ‘Do wish you wouldn’t keep on calling him a pig,’ Martha begged. Partly, from your confessor; partly, from other sources. What a frightened fool he was! If he could not remember her name, it was equally possible that already she had forgotten his.
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