Gerald was conscious of that sliver of irritation again at mention of the name. Roused by the bell tolling for evening service, Jack left the house. The queer phase of the dream was this, she was at no time a woman; she was symbolical of something, and he followed to learn what this something was. His idea was to get behind this sustained listlessness. The tiles lay a foot thick in the road. Down under the incalculable selfishness of the penitent child there was the man's uneasy recollection of Judas. ‘As to that, I am a devil, say the nuns.
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