The palanquin is hired and so is the procession. Old farmhouses loomed as they whizzed by, left behind in the gray like mourners. ‘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. The Frenchman was already being followed. You simply can't get good oil down there, so I must husband the few drams I carry.
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