I was compelled to run away. Ann Veronica, with a sigh at the cost of hospitality, made a hasty negotiation for an extra tea and for a fire in the groundfloor apartment, and preened herself carefully for the interview. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘You have papers of identity, for the Mother Abbess told me so. ” There followed an instant’s pause, and then Ann Veronica had decided to misunderstand.
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