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It might have been all time and injustice and sorrow become vocal for an instant by a conjunction of planets.
In the midst of the voices and the hands Ben sat, rapt in his sweet blue gaze. Dilsey sat bolt upright beside, crying rigidly and quietly in the annealment and the blood of the remembered Lamb.
DILSEY. They endured.
