‘As a matter of fact, I’m not at all sympathique. Inside was the blue stone she had lost in the 1800’s. She released her clutch on it as, dizzy with exhaustion, she leaned against the back of the pew and closed her eyes, her fingers grasping out automatically for support. "Sounds as if I had heard it, but I can't place it this minute. She became aware of his presence as she had never been aware of any human being in her life before. She cut a deep gash into her own arm with a steel screw, loosing drops of her own blood onto the floorboards.
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