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’ ‘Melusine, did you say?’ Mrs Sindlesham sighed. The Enschede Bible—the one out of which she read—had been strangely mutilated. But we've got to cook up some kind of a story to protect her. A momentary petrifaction, and terror had lent wings to her feet. I’ll give you an uncrossed check, and then you can get it at the bank here, quite close by. There were neither texts nor rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks. Sometimes she missed her cue and nodded affirmatively when the gesture should have been the reverse; and Prudence would send her a sharp glance of disapproval. Looked all over that dratted convent of yours—or at least Trodger and the men did so—but no sign of them.
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