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“Does he never speak to you of—of old times?” she faltered. “Let go!” said Ann Veronica, through her teeth, strenuously inflicting agony, and he cried out sharply and let go and receded a pace. ‘Hadn’t meant you to know,’ said the nun gruffly. When Sheila was in a bad mood, she berated her new foster daughter for streaks on the windows, dust on the figurines, for crooked bed sheet corners, and floors that had not been waxed properly. Perhaps you'll call that charity: I call it defeating the ends of justice.
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