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"
Did
you
enjoy
the
service
,
my
darling
?
"
"
Oh
,
yes
!
I
always
do
.
But
you
—
sometimes
I
wonder
if
you
believe
—
no
,
I
mean
it
.
Well
,
your
jokes
—
sometimes
—
"
"
Pull
up
your
chair
,
my
dimpsy
darling
.
"
"
I
have
to
get
lunch
on
.
"
"
Bugger
lunch
.
"
"
That
’
s
what
I
mean
.
Your
jokes
.
"
"
Lunch
is
not
sacred
.
If
it
were
warmer
,
I
could
carry
you
to
a
rowboat
and
we
would
go
out
past
the
breakwater
and
fish
for
porgies
.
"
"
We
’
re
going
to
the
Bakers
’
.
Do
you
know
whether
you
believe
in
the
church
or
not
,
Ethan
?
Why
do
you
call
me
silly
names
?
You
hardly
ever
use
my
name
.
"
"
To
avoid
being
repetitious
and
tiresome
,
but
in
my
heart
your
name
rings
like
a
bell
.
Do
I
believe
?
What
a
question
!
Do
I
lift
out
each
shining
phrase
from
the
Nicene
creed
,
loaded
like
a
shotgun
shell
,
and
inspect
it
?
No
.
It
isn
’
t
necessary
.
It
’
s
a
singular
thing
,
Mary
.
If
my
mind
and
soul
and
body
were
as
dry
of
faith
as
a
navy
bean
,
the
words
,
‘
The
Lord
is
my
Shepherd
,
I
shall
not
want
.
He
maketh
me
to
lie
down
in
green
pastures
,
’
would
still
make
my
stomach
turn
over
and
put
a
flutter
in
my
chest
and
light
a
fire
in
my
brain
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
understand
.
"
