I can now give myself to God utterly; no human emotion will ever be shuttling in between. Not with the unavoidable explanations, and the need to secrete the sword and hide it before returning the priest’s horse to its stable—which had been her excuse for running from Martha’s protestations. Fresh flowers of loveliness have budded, expanded, died.
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