How could you draw the curtain aside which hides the great and holy places of life—you, who have never loved?” “You have become French to the core,” she murmured. “And yet I do it without compunction. Now she drags me to Mass twice a week, and I have to be in the Church Youth Group on Tuesday nights where we study the Bible and play sports games with each other. "No, I shan't," replied Rachel, saucily. Romance! The romance of passing faces, of wires that carried voices and words to the far ends of the world, of tremendous mechanisms that propelled ships and trains! And, oh the beautiful books! She swiftly knelt upon the floor and once more gathered the books to her heart. Perhaps that sealed letter was a form of confession, and thus relieved him on that score. Latterly I’ve been doing things. She never knew what became of her farmer after that. And, if Rachel had not carried a candle, the room would have been plunged in total darkness.
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