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I dare say anything seemed better to her than the nun’s habit she had been obliged to use. "I'm too well acquainted with your proceedings, Madam, to believe that. To win the contest meant you would be chosen to apprentice in magic as a priest under her tutelage. They walked side by side for a time. We are nuns. In the adjacent apartment Ann Veronica found a middle-aged woman with a tired face under the tired hat she wore, sitting at a desk opening letters while a dusky, untidy girl of eight-or nine-and-twenty hammered industriously at a typewriter. Abruptly she desisted, recoiled, and turned and fled up-stairs. “The bravest of us have joints in our armour. In truth, she would quite like to have him rescue her.
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