But he was now too deeply moved to trace a certain unsatisfactoriness to its source in a mixture of metaphors. Cathy had not even noticed that she herself was wet and trailing water everywhere. And mind, your life,—more than your life—hangs upon your choice. Her mind wandered back to that fateful day. ‘Oh, dearie me, I wish I’d never told you anything about it,’ lamented the nun, moving to the only chair the vestry possessed and sinking down into it. ’ He frowned again. I was the last on board.
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