Vorsack sauntered into the room, sporting her usual toothy thin254 lipped grin. "It was the story of a man, so to speak, who had left his vitals in his native land and wandered strange paths emptily. You did not learn that in a convent. If he ran less risk of being blown over, he stood a much greater chance of being washed off, or stifled. In the twilight he had ceased to be a person one could tackle and shame; he had become something more general, a something that crawled and sneaked toward her and would not let her alone. The terrific mental tension of the past few months —that had held his bodily nourishment in a kind of strangulation—became as a dream; and now his vitals responded rapidly to food and air. Frequently she would doze in her chair; but the slightest movement on the bed aroused her. There was little more here than a sideboard, a chest for the vestments, and a simple wooden chair. The idiots are marching through the streets in processions from town to town, whipping their own backs until they are covered in blood, spreading the bloody Pestilence wherever they go! The dead pile in the streets like timber. Outside the door he turned and stared at the panels. "Curse him!" muttered Abraham.
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