She dared not look directly at him, her head obscured by a gray hoodie, she had the slumped appearance of an androgynous adolescent. ’ The Mother Abbess—and indeed all the nuns, some of higher birth more fearful than others—were aghast at the horrors that had befallen the family Valade. . And they could talk, they found; and never once, it seemed, did their meaning and intention hitch. He carried her in his arms up the steps, like a bride on her honeymoon. Curiosity held her by one hand, urging her to recklessness, and caution held her by the other.
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