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He came down the crooked path towards me, a dark, choleric man, and I saw Linnet was right when she said something lay below the doubt with which Searle had greeted Grif-
fin’s story. For he was strong and suspicious, yet beneath you could feel it still — a hub of fear.
‘Let the alms we have given you count as a good deed, monk,’ he said to me, ‘for you are a friend of God, and were a comfort to Chrissie, but now you should not linger here.’