You're not wrong there, girl. He smells of more than sanctity, there's no denying it. But he's a holy man for all that. And you'd better understand this. I'm the one who says who'll come into this house, and you're the one who'll be polite to them while you're living here. God preserve us, if you'd come a half hour earlier you'd have met Father Blake. What would you have done then, my girl? Turned on your heel and flounced off like you used to do?' 'No. Of course not. Who's Father Blake anyway?' A colleague of your Uncle Patrick's, rest his soul. Do you not read my letters as well as not answer them? He comes across from time to time to inspect the Priory College where your uncle worked.
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