’ ‘Mercy me,’ gasped the nun. The scent of cloying pine dust filled the air as floodlights shone eerily through the jungle gym of new wood. The chapel was crowded to excess. The pistol was his own, it is true, but it was one which was taken from him when he forced his way in upon me before.
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