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She was ushered into the back of the squad car. ‘A man
who is false, who steals papers, who has a plot to take another’s name, who lies
to the Mother Abbess and to me, and above all this—’ her voice near to breaking
‘—one who is French. Winifred Wood was now in her twentieth year. A few seconds sufficed to clear the passage, through which it had
previously cost him more than two hours to force his way. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is
killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. I suppose you have come to see your
granddaughter. ’
The woman shrugged helpless shoulders, looking to her husband.
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