No sterner head was ever beheld beneath the cowl of a monk, or the bonnet of an inquisitor. The lips were straight and pale, the chin aggressive, the nose indomitable. “Nothing was ever done,” Miss Brett asserted, “without a certain element of Faith. Her hair once more was arranged with its old simplicity. ’ Melusine’s heart twisted.
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