What she could not decide as she neared the warehouses, however, was whether she felt a distance from her Lord because of what she was planning—whether this was the Devil working His way inside her—or because the speed of Boston’s growth was blinding them all to His vision. Her doubts about what they were striving to build in this new world felt woeful and lurid, but what, in fact, had they accomplished if she looked rather specifically at her own home? She had a husband who was vile, a servant girl who was either evil or deluded, and parents who had relegated her to the dungeon of Thomas
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