She saw her discarded nun’s habit still on the floor and scooped it up. “What the devil are you doing star-gazing here?” Ennison looked at him in surprise. She saw her mother, her pale face, a woman in a white robe, calling to her from a sun drenched balcony. CHAPTER XIII. ’ ‘Who, Joan, who? Of whom do you speak?’ ‘Mrs Sindlesham. “What do we want? What is the goal?” asked Ann Veronica.
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