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"
Bloody
old
Cardinal
de
Bricassart
!
"
she
spat
.
"
I
hated
him
the
moment
I
laid
eyes
on
him
!
"
Dane
chuckled
.
"
You
did
n't
,
you
know
.
"
"
I
did
!
I
did
!
"
"
No
,
you
did
n't
.
Aunt
Anne
told
me
one
Christmas
hol
,
and
I
'll
bet
you
do
n't
know
.
"
"
What
do
n't
I
know
?
"
she
asked
warily
.
"
That
when
you
were
a
baby
he
fed
you
a
bottle
and
burped
you
,
rocked
you
to
sleep
.
Aunt
Anne
said
you
were
a
horrible
cranky
baby
and
hated
being
held
,
but
when
he
held
you
,
you
really
liked
it
.
"
"
It
's
a
flaming
lie
!
"
"
No
,
it
's
not
.
"
He
grinned
.
"
Anyway
,
why
do
you
hate
him
so
much
now
?
"
"
I
just
do
.
He
's
like
a
skinny
old
vulture
,
and
he
gives
me
the
dry
heaves
.
"
"
I
like
him
.
I
always
did
.
The
perfect
priest
,
that
's
what
Father
Watty
calls
him
.
I
think
he
is
,
too
.
"
