‘Help yourself, Hilary. He regarded that perennial miracle of pinning with wrathful eyes. He stood with his hands in his pockets looking at Miss Klegg’s back. She was frowning, but it was evident that her initial fright had left her. Then he had gone away. “She’s been up to no good, Sheila. We are amiable to one another, but we don’t mix. It was convenient for Father Saint-Simon, who could enter this way and prepare in the little room before going up the narrow stair to the chapel above where the nuns waited. “I think they do.
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