The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. “I believe she’s dressing up-stairs—now. She recalled how she had stretched out her arms toward the magic blue horizon. ‘You ain’t got nothing on me. I'm neither an infidel nor an agnostic, so I'll content myself by saying that the hand of God is in this somewhere.
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