the Tuesday after Philip and James, at Prime
The groschen in the iron lockbox do not match the ledger again. Heaven sees all sins, and I see the rest. Someone in this yard has loose fingers, and when I catch them, they will be out on the road before Vespers.
Nota scribaeShe glared at the maidservant sweeping the floor the entire time she spoke.

It was not me, mistress, I swear by Saint Mary.
The guilty always speak first, Anna.