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"
I
had
always
expected
to
become
devout
.
All
my
family
died
very
devout
.
But
somehow
it
does
not
come
.
"
"
It
’
s
too
early
.
"
"
Maybe
it
is
too
late
.
Perhaps
I
have
outlived
my
religious
feeling
.
"
"
My
own
comes
only
at
night
.
"
"
Then
too
you
are
in
love
.
Do
not
forget
that
is
a
religious
feeling
.
"
"
You
believe
so
?
"
"
Of
course
.
"
He
took
a
step
toward
the
table
.
"
You
were
very
kind
to
play
.
"
"
It
was
a
great
pleasure
.
"
"
We
will
walk
up
stairs
together
.
"
That
night
there
was
a
storm
and
I
woke
to
hear
the
rain
lashing
the
window
-
panes
.
It
was
coming
in
the
open
window
.
Some
one
had
knocked
on
the
door
.
I
went
to
the
door
very
softly
,
not
to
disturb
Catherine
,
and
opened
it
.
The
barman
stood
there
.
He
wore
his
overcoat
and
carried
his
wet
hat
.
