Things that you and the nuns would not think about for—’ She stopped, biting back the words “for a young girl”. Wood was unable to discover the figure of the widow, but he recognised her dry, hacking cough, and was about to call her down, if she could not find the key, as he imagined must be the case, when a loud noise was heard, as though a chest, or some weighty substance, had fallen upon the floor. ‘Beg pardon, miss, but I’m told as how—’ She broke off, her eyes widening, her jaw dropping open. She had told him, point blank, that since the Church had neither annulled the first marriage nor sanctified the second one, she was not his wife. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. Sydney Courtlaw—Mr.
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