‘As for your dagger—’
She held out her hand palm up, as if she expected him to give her the weapon. Lucy looked at the stains on
the threadbare carpeting to distract herself, embarrassed
to her core. In a convent, you understand, one is like a servant, even if one is a lady. ” He
stated matter-of-factly. Her white shirt was ridiculously utilitarian, but
fitted in all the right places, he smirked. ‘Very wise,’ he commented, slightly relaxing his arm. “The very question, my dear sister,” she said, “tells me that I have succeeded. ”
She assented gently. I don't know; I
really don't know," she found herself repeating. Quilt's manner, indeed, was that of a man endeavouring to muster up sufficient
resolution for the commission of some desperate crime.
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