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. ‘And how is it that you have acquired this garb of a religieuse?’ he asked as she fitted the veil over her head. Now that she was his, to make or mar, she presented an extraordinary fascination. With great difficulty, Wood forced a path through the ruins. A thin line of red appeared in the white neck.
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