‘What, and miss getting myself murdered?’ ‘She said she wouldn’t murder you. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. I called myself Anna. We were two people with a craving. At this juncture, a cry burst from the child, who, nearly smothered by the weight imposed upon him, only recovered the use of his lungs as Wood altered the position of the bundle. She was trying to adjust the wimple, dragging at it and fighting with her loosened hair. I don’t understand the workings of a gentleman’s mind. It felt too good. It comes over the mountains, Anna, pink darkening into orange red, everywhere a wonderful cloud sea, scintillating with colour.
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