“Good,” he said, as he watched the colour come back to her cheeks. They were in many respects so right; she clung to that, and shirked more and more the paradoxical conviction that they were also somehow, and even in direct relation to that rightness, absurd. Whatever he wrote he was: he became this or that character, he suffered or prospered equally. You can test it out on us this Thanksgiving Sunday. Only identity, and a chance to be someone other than a nun. I will go to-night.
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