Kneebone, who began to feel sleepy, wound it up, and snuffed the candles. He devoured her with his eyes too, his shyness not able to disguise his furtive glances at the curvy outline of her breast against the imitation silk, his memory still exquisitely tortured by her movements in the miniskirt. The Enschede Bible—the one out of which she read—had been strangely mutilated. Spurlock plodded through the heavy sand, leaden in the heart and mind as well as in the feet. Her husband was prouder of her every day. She wondered occasionally why his mind needed so much distraction. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. “Well, well, Martin.
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