Not with the unavoidable explanations, and the need to secrete the sword and hide it before returning the priest’s horse to its stable—which had been her excuse for running from Martha’s protestations. She had a feeling at his departure as of an immense cavity, of something enormously gone; she could not tell whether it was infinite regret or infinite relief. She had traversed perhaps three bookshelves, passed across the door that must lead to the hall, turned the corner, and was just about to reach the fireplace when she abruptly became aware that something under her fingers had felt wrong. More strange stories were told of it than of any other house in London. Reverse psychology or something, it’s like she was trying to draw him nearer by pushing him away. He felt her warm breath upon his cheek, the perfume of her hair as she leaned over him.
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