“Yes. ” She rolled over on her face, and stuffed her fingers in her ears to shut out the rhythm from her mind. She was as pale as death, but she seemed to have lost the power of movement. Vitally, she had the letter that proved her identity as a Charvill: the one her father had written to the Abbess when he sent her to the convent. Then she went below. Of course, there'll be a few kinks to straighten out. You would be alarmed of how sulphurous it is, how sickeningly sweet. She fell with a plop onto her rear end in the mud and sat dumbly like a statue, water eddying around her. Prison was beastly.
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