It was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday. Manning came into her thoughts again, an unexpected, tall, dark, self-contained presence at the Fadden. Why? Love was a word of God's, and yet her father had denied it—denied it to the Book, denied it to his own flesh and blood. Laughed at me, then. Wood.
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