No hair to fall awry, no powder to displace, no ruffles to crush; men are lucky. She had just managed to reach it, grabbing for the handle, when the enemy’s cracked command halted her. Not far from him was a knot of lads drinking, swearing, and playing at dice as eagerly and as skilfully as any of the older hands. “Curious case—and sets one thinking. Can’t travel alone, a pair of nuns.
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