She stared him out with those indomitable blue eyes. She could be guillotined or burnt at the stake; she would not yield. If I had ever married, he thought, I would have wanted a wife like this. He said, gently, “Did you love the Holy Father, Sister Agnes?” “Of course.” “Well, I certainly know he had a special regard for you. In fact I think he was rather in awe of you.” “I don’t know about that!” Her tone was dismissive. She knew what he was doing. And yet a certain part of her could not help but be flattered, and for the first time her gaze flickered slightly. Lomeli pressed on. “And I
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