The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. She possessed it, astonishing fact! She had summoned this energy so continuously during the past four weeks that now it was abiding; she knew that it would always be with her, on guard. All human food tasted equally dead and loathsome to her, whether it was prime steak or cheap hamburger. They blinded me. I’ve got no feminine class feeling. "Our talking will not bother him. You have been burning paper, I see. I'll try a strong dose. It’s one of their worst traits, one of their very worst.
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