. The oranges were of the Syrian variety, small but filled with scarlet honey. The sky beyond was a surreal color of pink that reminded her of the windows she had once been entranced by at the castle chapel, their leaden lines depicting old religious stories and sufferings. “It was your own fault,” she exclaimed. Put out your hand and bid me God-speed. ’ ‘But, Marthe, you do not imagine that I would have taken the veil like you, even if you have not told me.
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