She did not open the Bible but laid it on the edge of the bed, knelt and rested her forehead upon the worn leather cover. She went from period to period exactly as she would have read prose; so that sense and music were equally balanced. It was a great relief to arrive at last at that pause when she could say to her aunt, “Now, dear?” and rise and hold back the curtain through the archway. One cannot successfully argue with a drunken man. Couldn’t fit it inside, but the horse’s blanket lay over it, and, like I said, as long as no one rides him and don’t remove the blanket, I think it’ll stay hid.
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