The splendid voices sang on from phase to phase of love’s unfolding, the ship drove across the sea to the beating rhythm of the rowers. Her hair, once red, faded to a thin gray that she kept cut into a practical short bob. She was making it up. She paced restlessly to the door and back again, biting her tongue on the hot words begging to be uttered. I had consecrated my life to His Work; and I took the primrose path. Then she looked up at Brendon.
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