No sterner head was ever beheld beneath the cowl of a monk, or the bonnet of an inquisitor. Instead, he was bowing to her greataunt. The bed was hard beyond any experience of hers, the bed-clothes coarse and insufficient, the cell at once cold and stuffy. Her body was perpetually tanned, despite the approach of winter. The girl’s gaze met his in interested inquiry.
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