The tress was as long as the table--fully a yard down the woman's back it must have hung.

It was tied at the end with a bit of white ribbon.
David drew slowly back toward the door, stirred all at once by a great doubt.

Had Father Roland meant him to look upon all this?
A lump rose suddenly in his throat.

He had made a mistake--a great mistake.

He felt now like one who had broken into the sanctity of a sacred place.