. Whether it was the nun’s habit or the harlot’s clothing that distressed her more, he could not begin to guess. “Women are mocked,” she said. She realized more and more the quality of the brink upon which she stood—the dreadful readiness with which in certain moods she might plunge, the unmitigated wrongness and recklessness of such a self-abandonment. Stow it in the saddle, for I will take it with me. A glance down the passage—to see that Roding was not lurking?—and her face came back to Gerald, triumph in her eyes. ’ ‘Even if they militiamen weren’t there, miss,’ cautioned her cavalier, ‘you couldn’t go marching into the house open like. Darting quickly to the chest that contained the priest’s vestments, she leapt onto it and reached her arm down to scrabble behind it on the floor. Whilst she was wondering how to frame her request for an advance, Mr.
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