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Once in the room, the door locked, the sense of loneliness had dropped away from her as the mists used to drop away from the mountain in the morning. We can love on a snow cornice, we can love over a pail of whitewash. But she no longer obsessed over heresy, no longer did she feel cursed by God.
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