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Yet the heartiness, like the timbre, seemed to be as impermanent as the sound of the words, vanishing, leaving nothing, not even a definitely stated thought in the ear or the belief.

"'I'm not ready to pray yet,' she said aloud, quietly, rigid, soundless, her eyes wide open, while the moon poured into the window, filling the room with something cold and irrevocable and wild with regret. 'Don't make me have to pray yet. Dear God, let me damned a little longer, a little while.'" (p. 250)