Teaching the word of God to the recent cannibal, caring for the sick, storming the strongholds of the plague, adding his own private income to the pittance allowed him by the Society, and never seeing the angel that walked at his side! Something the girl knew nothing about; else Enschede was unbelievable.
It now came to him with an added thrill how well she had told her story; simply and directly, no skipping, no wandering hither and yon: from the first hour she could remember, to the night she had fled in the proa, a clear sustained narrative.

And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love.
"Well," she said, as they reached the hotel portal, "what is your advice ?" "Would you follow it ?" "Probably not.

Still, I am curious." "I do not say that what you have done is wrong in any sense.

I do not blame you for the act.

There are human limitations, and no doubt you reached yours.