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This is where Becket' s little family of God ended up, the Cistercian Abbey of Pontigny, about 100 miles southeast of Paris. Built in sparkling white limestone, it seemed a stunning advertisement for purity, a perfect match for Thomas' s temperament. But this was no monkish retreat. It pretty soon became apparent that what Becket had established here was a real governmentinexile. He had his own panEuropean intelligence network. He had his own letter smugglers with the knowhow to get through the blockade that Henry had imposed on communication. And he had his own versatile propaganda department. But most of all, Becket had his own unwavering sense of selfrighteousness. |
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bèi kè tè hé tā de zhuī suí zhě men zuì hòu lái dào le zhè péng dì ní de xī duō huì xiū dào yuàn, wèi yú bā lí dōng nán bù 160 gōng lǐ chù, yóu yào yǎn de bái sè shí huī shí jiàn chéng, wú chǔ bù zhāng xiǎn zhe chún jié zhī gǎn, tóng tuō mǎ sī de qì zhì xiāng de yì zhāng, dàn zhè bìng fēi zōng jiào shì de guī yǐn. bù yòng duō jiǔ jiù néng tǐ xiàn chū lái. bèi kè tè zài zhè lǐ shè le gè liú wáng zhèng fǔ, tā yōng yǒu zì jǐ biàn bù ōu zhōu de qíng bào wǎng. tā yǒu zì jǐ de tōng fēng bào xìn zhě, néng qiǎo miào duǒ guò hēng lì shè xià de tiān luó dì wǎng, tā hái yōng yǒu quán néng de xuān chuán bù mén. dàn zuì zhòng yào de shì, bèi kè tè yōng yǒu. háo bù dòng yáo, jiān chí zì wǒ zhèng yì de jué xīn. |