The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. But it is the truth. She knew the story only imperfectly, and followed it now with a passionate and deepening interest. Brother and Sister. He’d borne mention of the woman’s name. Arrived at the secret door, she grasped the lever that opened it and placed the lantern on the floor. His countenance was almost as white and rigid as that of the corpse by his side.
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