’ She saw the weapon wrenched from Emile’s hand and he dropped to the bench of the pew and sat there, grasping helplessly at the welling blood on his arm. She was feeling extraordinarily well that night, so that the sense of her body was a deep delight, a realization of a gentle warmth and strength and elastic firmness. When they were home, the pair headed for the Big Apple or the warmth of the Beck’s family table. You can’t do that sort of thing unless you do it over religion, and there’s no religion in me—of that sort—worth a rap.
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