It was astonishing how seldom it was that his instincts betrayed him. Capes scored back with an uncompromising vigor that was his way of complimenting her intelligence. They heard his footsteps descending the stone staircase, growing fainter and fainter. “And so you have been thinking?” her father began, quoting her letter and looking over his slanting glasses at her. His kind eyes were puffy with fatigue. “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.
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