"A half moon had come up, and the light was bright enough to pick out the leaves of the mallow plants growing on the roadside, but the shadows in the clefts of the rock could hide anything."
" 'I told you that the Blessed Sacrament was not alone, for you were there. But what of you, ma chere? Were you alone?'
I stopped and looked at him for a moment before answering.
'No,' I said. 'I wasn't.' "
"Not a gift, but a trust. Fiercely to cherish, softly to guard. The words spoke themselves and disappeared into the groined shadows of the roof."
Also for the Summer Reading Club - A Book Over 500 pages. And it was.
