. She hid behind a mirage of piety, just as I do. The last thing that she remembered was her eyes crossing as she tried to focus upon the crunch of leaves as she lay heaving upon them, dampening them further with the outpouring of her sweat as it leaked from her clothing. Women and men had always flocked to him, covetous of his knowledge, his riches, and if all else failed, his carnal expertise. The costume of this personage was somewhat singular, and might have passed for a masquerading habit, had not the imperturbable gravity of his demeanour forbidden any such supposition. ” He took a seat by her side.
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