But he had shown no desire for
information, no curiosity. ’
‘Don’t interrupt me! You break into a gentleman’s residence, I say, and hold
up two members of His Majesty’s peacekeeping forces with a pistol. ” Lucy replied. But that, and that sort of thing,
is just a day-dream. A corner could
hold the promise of a shelf of dainty crystals, volcanic
ices of rainbow colors, or figurines of saints sculpted
from horn and bone reenacting their martyrdoms on
delicate miniature wooden stages. “Oh, God!” she said at last, “how I wish I had been taught to pray!”
Part 3
She had some idea of putting these subtle and difficult issues to the chaplain
when she was warned of his advent. In one angle of the room stood a disused fire-place, with a rusty
grate and broken chimney-piece; in the other there was a sort of box, contrived
between the wall and the boards, that looked like an apology for a cupboard. . Edward Bribble stood between them with an open book. Wood,
whose loss I shall ever deplore.
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