He brought another small loaf, and a can with which he replenished the pitcher, recommending Jack to be careful, as he would get nothing further till morning. “Do you believe me now?” She asked. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. ’ ‘No, of course you could not,’ Gerald soothed. She mentioned, with familiar respect, Christ and Buddha and Shelley and Nietzsche and Plato. ‘Certainly I am not a nun.
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