I disremember if it was October or November. It would rain for ever, noiselessly. While his soul had passed from ecstasy to languor where had she been? Might it be, in the mysterious ways of spiritual life, that her soul at those same moments had been conscious of his homage? It might be. He could go up the staircase because there was never a priest or a prefect outside the refectory door.
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