’ ‘Ah. "If you thought that, why did you give me this job?"—his voice faint and thick. ‘Not at all ladylike. You did not complain then that I personated you—no, nor when Sir John came to me in Paris, and for your sake I lied. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. Blackness was beginning to consume the cornfield.
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