Apart from everything else, this meeting of ours is a breach of a good rule. “I doubted my luck, at least. And I think I will indeed blow off your imbecile head. ’ ‘Aye, miss,’ Kimble agreed, taking the garments, ‘but where will I find you?’ ‘I do not know. Besides, it did not fit her well, which was why the loose wimple had slipped. ‘Parbleu, the bullet is still inside you,’ Melusine guessed, remembering how the Mother Abbess had diagnosed Leonardo’s suffering when he had first come to the convent. God send the fellow did turn out to be a spy! Beckoning Roding on, Gerald crept down the corridor towards the source of the swishing he had heard.
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