Dom Claude, however, could see everything. The door was made of rotten puncheon staves, which left wide cracks through which his predatory gaze could pass. This broad-shouldered, brown-skinned priest, hitherto condemned to the austere virginity of the cloister, shivered and seethed at this scene of love, darkness, and sensuality. The beautiful young girl surrendering in disarray to this ardent young man sent molten lead coursing through his veins. Extraordinary reactions stirred within him. His jealous and lascivious eye delved deep beneath all those undone pins. To anyone seeing the unhappy
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