’ Melusine shrugged, and crossed to the plain door beside which hung a bell. ” “I like the mystical way better,” said Ann Veronica, and thought. ’ She saw the weapon wrenched from Emile’s hand and he dropped to the bench of the pew and sat there, grasping helplessly at the welling blood on his arm. An electric light flashed out from the wall. The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. The thought caused him an odd kind of pang—of pity, naturally.
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