She was afraid people would follow her, she was afraid of the dark, open doorways she passed, and afraid of the blazes of light; she was afraid to be alone, and she knew not what it was she feared. ’ ‘For shame, Hilary,’ admonished his fiancée, casting a pitying glance at the refugees. Vitally, she had the letter that proved her identity as a Charvill: the one her father had written to the Abbess when he sent her to the convent. I should know you—in Heaven or Hell.
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