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(Chapter 2, page 7) The Man was sent by the Church. The two men sat around the table, Clarissa hesitating to mimic them. (Bishop) "Have a sit, please." (Clarissa) "I would rather not, it ... It would be impolite and ... and ..." As she was searching a reason, the newcomer interrupted her. "We are for a moment. In your condition you cannot stay standing there. Have a sit". Defeated, Clarissa sat very carefully.
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