" He then hurried Darrell down another short flight of steps, and entered a small chamber at the back of the house. She thought of how tired she was, how exhausted, how hungry. She found a clean sweatshirt and soft pajama pants, glad to trade the wet for the dry. “I believe,” he said, “that you mean me to be Prime Minister. There was a gentle rustling of skirts. I thought Bess would have cried her pretty eyes out when she heard you was nabbed. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about.
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