She did not enter the cabin at once, but paused on the threshold and stared at the silent, recumbent figure in the bunk. Where is Father Spencer? I must have absolution. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. "Well, well, we'll say no more about it," replied Wood; "and, by way of changing the subject, let me advise you on no account to fly to strong waters for consolation, Joan.
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