Kneebone begged him to take the prisoner into the churchyard. Books were always sliding and slipping, clumsy objects to hold. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. “Anna!” she repeated. “You don’t want to go?” “No.
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