The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. The day was so darkly overcast that she had to turn on the small white porcelain lamp that sat upon the makeup crowded vanity. “Kindly explain it to me. Look at the cock’s feathers, look at the competition there is everywhere, except among humans. ” She said. The evening was warm and inviting, one meant to be spent outdoors. ” He replied. 6.
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