The lamp was spreading soot over everything and the reek of kerosene was stronger than usual. . A little table covered with a damask cloth was dragged out. The Pursuit. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. ‘Quite mad, nuns are. But men are so careless, there's no trusting anything to them! However, I must try to brazen it out. Just as the clergyman approached the altar, she perceived a boy steal quickly into the church, and ensconce himself behind the woollen-draper, who, in order to carry on his amatory pursuits with greater convenience, and at the same time display his figure (of which he was not a little vain) to the utmost advantage, preferred a standing to a sitting posture. ‘That is the man who tries to kill me, but he wounded instead my servant.
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