He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative. Sebastian grabbed a rock from a corner and bashed in its skull. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘You have papers of identity, for the Mother Abbess told me so. Footman or some such.
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