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Show Anting Alone Page 30i adoration - and he seemed to begrudge Christ even that person's presence. Usually tough old Gorgonia took her turn during Bopp's talks, for she was unafraid of anybody's grudge, even a priest's; and she was the only person in any case devoted enough to adoration to be willing to face the possibility of meeting up with the Intruder in the chapel while everybody else was way far away in the refectory, well out of screaming distance, being verbally chloroformed by Bopp's talking. This particular lecture tomorrow afternoon would assure Polly that her friend here would not have his life and limb imperiled, at least not for the two to three hours that the chaplain usually, sadistically drew his "secular homilies" out to. Polly got off the bus with her single tiny carry-on bag at the municipal airport. The bus circled back upon its tracks in a lethargic K-turn. Dr. Edwine was still on board, going in circles, mumbling more quietly now. She could see his big head through the green-tinted glass. He seemed to be staring down at the piece of paper she had just handed him, as though he were trying to memorize the time and date. The lecture was going to atone for everything hideous that a certain mouselike chaplain had ever done in his entire foul career by saving Dr. Edwine's life for Polly. |