But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. Where is Father Spencer? I must have absolution. “Uh, I think I might, Shari. Michelle was laid onto the back seat, her head cradled in Lucy’s lap.
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