At the back of her mind, Melusine noted an odd look in the boy’s face, but there was no time to explore it. I sit back now, letting life slip by and musing upon it; and I find my loneliness sweet. He called it "The Man Who Could Not Go Home. In this hour its colossal selfishness never occurred to him. Through a blur of tears Ruth followed the rocking light until it vanished. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. ‘Jacques, do not die while I am gone. . Lord, but it was a nun! Just as he had suspected.
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