” She distantly remembered moments in childhood spent in phobic trance, when her father had told her God was punishing sinners in Hell. ’ She halted, her pistol still held firm and straight, both hands gripping it, her expressive features at once determined and uncertain. ” Ann Veronica’s mind was filled with confused unutterable replies. A militiaman came belting down the stairs, another leapt from outside the front door, and a third, stalwart and stolid, came in through the door that led to the rooms to the front of the house. “My word holds,” she said. ’ ‘Militia, miss,’ Kimble corrected her.
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