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Show 266 back to the beginning." "Jesus, Richard," Alice said. "You know about reversing magnetic poles and everything and how i t makes things weightless." "Some people think there's a man who's really an angel living in one of the upstairs rooms in the temple in Salt Lake," Lorin said. She smiled gratefully, and Lorin saw a pale rash of goose pimples sweep over her arms. "Maybe we could start by going over some of the material you've already looked at in that pamphlet," said Sorenson. "You remember i t talks about a kind of religious revival going on in the early nineteenth century in the part of the country Joseph Smith lived i n ." "A real angel," she said, her hand covering her mouth. "Actually I hadn't heard about that," Sorenson said. Lorin didn't want to make trouble, and he was afraid he just had. "Just a rumor," he said. "I wouldn't want to vouch for its authenticity." Richard cleared his throat again. "Kind of a s i l l y one," he muttered. Lorin did not want to let that go by. "Not that i t isn't possible," he said. "Anyway," Sorenson resumed, "this revival movement-it involved the Shakers and the Hard-Shell Baptists and a lot of others-had raised a lot of questions in Joseph Smith's mind that were really the same questions that were being asked since the time of the Reformation. Now, do you know what the Reformation was?" " I mean has anyone actually seen him?" she asked. "Nobody I know," said Lorin, wishing he hadn't brought i t up. "It's just one of those things you hear about when you're growing up." "He could get out i f he wanted to, couldn't he?" she asked. |