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No sterner head was ever beheld beneath the
cowl of a monk, or the bonnet of an inquisitor. ’
‘But it was not your fault,’ protested Gosse, shocked. We stepped from the Embassy into the
motor—and oh! I thought that he was dead. Something in his smile, in the cynical suggestiveness of his deferential tone,
maddened her. “You’re very nice, both of you,” she said gently. One of
your aunts died, I believe, and the other removed to London. Her mouth was once more covered as they left the second floor guest saloon
and headed for the back stairs.
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