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CHAPTER FIVE-3
“All the same, I would like to go to Church on Sunday,” she said, “you know I always do.” “You can always say your prayers,” Peter remarked, “and, Heaven knows we all need them, in the Chapel.” “In the Chapel?” Carola exclaimed. “I had no idea there was one.” “Naturally there is,” Peter said, as if she was being very stupid in not being aware of it. “The trouble is, I have had so much to do that I have not had time to put it in order.” “I will certainly go there to say my prayers,” Carola said. “Where is it?” “It’s quite easy for you to find,” Peter said. “You pass the Marquis’s door and at the end of this passage you will find a staircase that is not often used.” Carola was listening intently as her brother went on, “It leads directly to the Chapel which was convenient for the Mast
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