“No doubt about that,” Meddoes continued. She had never understood how much knowledge had been kept from her because she was a woman and even began to doubt the methods of the Church, something she never would have dared before. ‘Come, Jacques, mon pauvre,’ she uttered, and reached for the lad again, hardly aware of the muted sounds of running feet and much banging and crashing beyond the secret door. I'm safe enough if you hold your tongue. But, alas! she was beautiful—and beauty is a crime not to be forgiven by a jealous woman. It had ever been her policy, much to Melusine’s relief, for she was apt to complain that it only made her mad and there was nothing she could do about it. ‘Ah, the tragedy.
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