She was a very elegant young woman,
slightly taller perhaps than her sister, and with an air of reserved strength
underneath her quiet face and manner which Annabel may have lacked. “Can you take any from me?”
“No, I won’t do that. He’s a footman who works for
the nuns and has taken up the cudgels on her behalf. He left the room, presumably to sleep
elsewhere, but the only other room with a fire was the
servant’s quarters. I’m not a psycho. She could even think of what had happened. "He who stands on the verge of the
grave, as I do, should never be unprepared. His
shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were
stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his
head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged
hat.
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