Like some poor silly, foolish nun clasping a crucifix to her breast, so I clutch this book you inscribed as token of our vows. I search those ancient songs for comfort. Your favorite Psalm is there--
Against thee, thee only, have I sinned, and done this evil in thy sight: that thou mightest be justified when thou speakest, and be clear when thou judgest.
Behold, I was shapen in iniquity; and in sin did my mother conceive me.
Behold, thou desirest truth in the inward parts; and in the hidden part thou shalt make me to know wisdom.
Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean: wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
Ah, and what if her crucifix be the gift of a wiccan who delights in mocking Christ crucified? Can the little nun cast away so sacred a pledge? --Can she retain an object so defiled?
Your ever faithful
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