Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. And Capes was thinking that his wife was a supremely beautiful woman. ‘That rascally knave sent you to become a French nun?’ Looking positively terrified, the girl nodded dumbly. I’ll be waiting for you outside. Stanley,’ I said.
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