Washed in light from the vestry window, she held her ground, all thought at bay, bar the steel determination long ago instilled in her by her unconventional tutor. ‘Don’t want it to break out bleeding again. There were dark rims under her eyes, soft now with unshed tears. She was strong, not unlike a pack mule or a camel; she thought to herself and smirked. The nuns wore their habit, and said all their offices, and went about their tasks unobtrusively, relieving the poor and needy and tending the sick. ” “Sorry. “It isn’t anything to do with our times particularly.
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