Am I so forgettable?” He strode down the hall as she ran to catch up with him past lockers someone had painted an abysmal shade of gray blue. "My head fairly turns round. The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. She had been sitting on the bench for two and a half hours, which was uneventful except for the homeless men who begged for change. Although Martha did not know it, she had her pistol and her daggers, and her knife. The next moment his grasp relaxed, and he sank to rise no more. "However, some one must look after the jail; and they're all gone but me.
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