It is the horse of the priest, you understand, and—and he does not know that I have borrowed it. She shuddered. ‘Madwoman,’ he screamed back, as he climbed over the next pew, eyes darting down briefly to check for his sword. You truly are your mother’s, Lucia. CHAPTER XIII.
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