She should have slapped him but she was in
shock at her own thoughts of lust that arose. But after all, what did it matter
whether she had secrets or not? To him she was not a woman but a symbol; and
one did not investigate the antecedents of symbols. “No, I must have had hope lurking somewhere too. On their return, the jailers raised up Jonathan, who was weltering in his blood,
and who appeared to be dying. I asked
him to take me away, and hide me. With the extra
seventy-five pounds she had put after birthing her final
son, Steven, her knees weren’t in good shape to be
running up and down stairs all day. She let them
fall and sped to the companion, where she stood for a moment, the moonlight
giving her a celestial touch.
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