As she crossed the square, almost within a stone’s throw of her lodgings, she came face to face with Courtlaw. Instead, God had sent her Sebastianus, a man who had sold his soul to the Devil to gain eternal life, or perhaps he was even the Devil himself. “Is this true, Annabel? Is he dead?” She nodded. She returned home to the Beck house soaked and soggy. A good woman’s mind has angels with flaming swords at the portals to keep out fallen thoughts.
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