| Sometimes when he didn't know he was being watched Meggie
would look at him and try desperately to imprint his face upon
her brain's core... And he would turn to find her watching him,a
look in his eyes ofhauntedgrief, a doomed look. She understood
the implicit message, or thought she did; he must go, back to the
Church and his duties. Never again with the same spirit,
perhaps,but more able to serve. For only those who have slipped
and fallen know the vicissitudes of the way...
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