‘There was a priest, the father confessor, you understand. Enjoy. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. “You, anyhow, don’t deserve it,” he said. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. ‘I must. There's more than I undertook to bring. Courtlaw opened his lips, but remained silent in the face of her imperative gesture. If I had known that you were here you should not have been kept waiting for a second.
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