\" Cathy poured her a glass. Many a black veil hid a high-born dame, and the religious habit was no protection. I admit it. "Nobody composes any more, nobody paints, nobody writes—I mean, on a par with what we've just heard. "What proof have you of the truth of this story?" inquired Trenchard. Her fingers closed upon it instinctively.
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