To her mind, recalling the picture of him the night before, there had been something tragic in the grim silent manner of his tippling. Like a petulant child he snapped. Spurling. ‘Pig! Pig, a thousand times!’ Running footsteps could be heard now, and she knew that the commotion was bringing the nuns, just as she had hoped. Had it not been lashed to the adjoining wherry, it must have been upset, and have precipitated the opponents into the water.
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