Quicksand
”‘. . . For to this day the women bring down doves to the altar as their victims. . . .’“
Helga closed her eyes.
”‘. . . Africa and Asia have already enriched us with a considerable number of gods. . . .’“
Miss Hartley looked up. Helga had slipped into slumber while the superbly ironic ending which she had so desired to hear was yet a long way off. A dull tale, was Miss Hartley‘s opinion, as she curiously turned the pages to see how it turned out.
“‘Jesus? . . . Jesus—of Nazareth? I cannot call him to mind.‘”
“Huh!” she muttered, puzzled. “Silly.” And closed the book.
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