For at least a minute she did not reply. Eventually she said, “I promised the superioress I wouldn’t say anything. And I shan’t say anything. You understand?” And then she put on a pair of spectacles, sat at her computer terminal and began to type with great rapidity. It was a curious sight—Lomeli would never forget it—the elderly aristocratic nun peering closely at the screen, her fingers flying as if by their own volition across the grey plastic keyboard. The percussive blur of clicks built to a crescendo, slowed, became single beats, until with a final aggressive stab, she lifted her hands,
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