Darting quickly to the chest that contained the priest’s vestments, she leapt onto it and reached her arm down to scrabble behind it on the floor. We can’t afford to turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. ‘Thank you,’ she said, leaning heavily on his arm for a moment. Her eyes were lit with smouldering passion. Don’t try. But, what brought you here?" "Excuse me, Sir Rowland.
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