She had grown. Kate's vicious friend, once so elevated, was taller by little more than a head. She drew her brows together, and studied the circles under his eyes. He said lightly, "My dear girl; it's Almoner's Sunday. With six frails of figs and a sackful of almonds, I am offering you my name."
from Pawn in Frankincense by Dorothy Dunnett
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