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Bring
her
back
to
you
!
Is
that
the
way
of
God
?
I
thought
you
were
a
man
;
this
is
the
talk
of
a
weak
-
minded
girl
.
”
Vanamee
stirred
abruptly
in
his
place
,
drawing
a
long
breath
and
looking
about
him
vaguely
,
as
if
he
came
to
himself
.
“
You
are
right
,
”
he
muttered
.
“
I
hardly
know
what
I
am
saying
at
times
.
But
there
are
moments
when
my
whole
mind
and
soul
seem
to
rise
up
in
rebellion
against
what
has
happened
;
when
it
seems
to
me
that
I
am
stronger
than
death
,
and
that
if
I
only
knew
how
to
use
the
strength
of
my
will
,
concentrate
my
power
of
thought
—
volition
—
that
I
could
—
I
don
’
t
know
—
not
call
her
back
—
but
—
something
—
—
”
“
A
diseased
and
distorted
mind
is
capable
of
hallucinations
,
if
that
is
what
you
mean
,
”
observed
Sarria
.
“
Perhaps
that
is
what
I
mean
.
Perhaps
I
want
only
the
delusion
,
after
all
.
”
Sarria
did
not
reply
,
and
there
was
a
long
silence
.
In
the
damp
south
corners
of
the
walls
a
frog
began
to
croak
at
exact
intervals
.
The
little
fountain
rippled
monotonously
,
and
a
magnolia
flower
dropped
from
one
of
the
trees
,
falling
straight
as
a
plummet
through
the
motionless
air
,
and
settling
upon
the
gravelled
walk
with
a
faint
rustling
sound
.
Otherwise
the
stillness
was
profound
.
A
little
later
,
the
priest
’
s
cigar
,
long
since
out
,
slipped
from
his
fingers
to
the
ground
.
He
began
to
nod
gently
.
Vanamee
touched
his
arm
.
“
Asleep
,
sir
?
”
The
other
started
,
rubbing
his
eyes
.
“
Upon
my
word
,
I
believe
I
was
.
”
