There were no direct quotes from her, but sourcesin the bureau had made several uncharitable remarks about her ambition. Megan shrugged, not meeting his eyes. They sat in silence. There was no one here to see her escape.
On the wall above the altar hung a huge old crucifix with apainted effigy of Christ as gaunt as a greyhound, dying in agony, bloodrunning from the gory wounds in his hands and the gash in his side. His lungs hurt fromsucking in too much subzero oxygen during his Sprint after Olie. Even with the thick sweater and turtleneck she wore she felt thin. This last outrage provoked a remonstrance from Shotoku Taishi'sdaughter, and she was thenceforth reckoned among the enemies of theSoga.
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