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Parents My father hung in the belfry so many called him father but the old woman in the house where I lived said he was my father. When I met Mother superior her eyes softened for a second The hanging was an accident at his funeral came the bishop attended to stop any rumours of suicide. The old woman and I watched the proceedings at a distant I did see the face of the prioress in the window it was unblinkingly stern but in afternoon light I saw tears in the corners of her eyes. The old woman cackled and said, she gave you to me to look after. I had a silver cross on my bedside table the old woman said it was a gift in case I wanted to become a cleric one day.
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