That is the dreadful truth. ” She was frightened—his anger always did frighten her—and in her resolve to conceal her fright she carried a queen-like dignity to what she felt even at the time was a preposterous pitch. Ann Veronica stared at his foolish, propitiatory smile, his hungry gaze, through one moment of amazement, then stepped aside and went on her way with a quickened step. Charcoal. No sterner head was ever beheld beneath the cowl of a monk, or the bonnet of an inquisitor.
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