’ ‘Ah, non?’ Her voice was neutral. . Darting quickly to the chest that contained the priest’s vestments, she leapt onto it and reached her arm down to scrabble behind it on the floor. This was automatically rather than thoughtfully done; habit. He saw that his words were falling upon dull ears. “Sir John is not at all that sort. " The spinster had no retort to offer such directness.
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