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Show 264 because her hands otherwise were pleasant to look at. They were pale and lightly freckled, and she waved them when she talked. They were perhaps too fragile. The bones in her wrists stood out, and her fingers were so thin that the diamond ring held in place under her wedding band kept slipping back and forth, the stone sometimes getting between them. But he didn't mind fragility. There was something vulnerable and trusting about it. It was something you were pleas.ed to be gentle with. He wished, though, that she wouldn't chew her nails. When she covered her mouth with a hand they were all you could see. Sorenson was anxious to get off the subject of angels, preferring to leave that for a later exploration, such as when they would discuss the three degrees of glory in detail, which was the subject, incidentally, of that vision that Elder Hood had mentioned last time. He'd like, he said, if no one minded, to sketch in a little background right now, and come back to the other thing later. He wanted to say a little about the history of the Christian church following the death of the original disciples and mention one or two things about the Great Apostasy. "No, wait a minute," she said. "This angel used to be alive? I mean really a person? I want to get this straight." Yes, he was really a person, Sorenson assured her. His name was Moroni-accent on the second syllable, and the last syllable pronounced like the organ in your head-and he had been a military leader of some people called Nephites. He had compiled their history on gold plates which he had then buried in what is now New York State and died it was thought sometime in the fifth century. But they'd get to that later. "Yeah. What are Nephites?" While Sorenson explained about Nephites, Lorin let his attention |