The storm burst upon them in its fury. Darting quickly to the chest that contained the priest’s vestments, she leapt onto it and reached her arm down to scrabble behind it on the floor. He conveyed not only his sense of the extreme want of correctitude in their unsanctioned meetings, but also that, so far as he was concerned, this irregularity mattered not at all, that he had flung—and kept on flinging—such considerations to the wind. " "For procuring my imprisonment?" "For saving your life. \" He panted, wiping sweat off of his brow with a towel. ‘Even the nuns they say I am like a devil. He felt he had raised a storm which it would be very difficult, if not impossible, to allay. "We'll give them the slip yet, and hang that butcherly thief-taker upon his own gibbet.
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