’ She inclined her head, looking up at him through her lashes, and passing a tongue lightly over her lips. ’ ‘Yes,’ agreed Lucilla excitedly, ‘and she has been telling us how much of a friend she was to your mother. Her face reminded him of a delicate unglazed porcelain cup, filled with blond wine. In this screen, which masked the entrance of a dark passage communicating with the Condemned Hold, about five feet from the ground, was a hatch, protected by long spikes set six inches apart, and each of the thickness of an elephant's tusk.
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