Only identity, and a chance to be someone other than a nun. "Had I not been the guilty wretch I am," he cried, bursting into an agony of tears, "she would never have died thus. Well, you shall know. Knives were worse, especially when you were stabbed back and left traces of your own blood at the crime scene. Love and lavender, he thought, perhaps wistfully. It would be the wrappered world almost at its best.
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