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Chapter 6
—Shelieslaidoutinstarkstiffnessinthatsecondbestbed,themobledqueen,eventhoughyouprovethatabedinthosedayswasasrareasamotorcarisnowandthatitscarvingswerethewonderofsevenparishes.Inoldageshetakesupwithgospellers(onestayedwithheratNewPlaceanddrankaquartofsackthetowncouncilpaidforbutinwhichbedhesleptitskillsnottoask)andheardshehadasoul.ShereadorhadreadtoherhischapbookspreferringthemtotheMerryWivesand,loosinghernightlywatersonthejordan,shethoughtoverHooksandEyesforBelievers’BreechesandThemostSpiritualSnuffboxtoMaketheMostDevoutSoulsSneeze.Venushastwistedherlipsinprayer.Agenbiteofinwit:remorseofconscience.Itisanageofexhaustedwhoredomgropingforitsgod.
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