She went back into bed, holding the Bible. Two fingers marked the two places she had read. Her eyes narrowed.--I am beginning to think! Once more she jumped up. She turned the curtains back so that the windows were bare. She went again to her bed. She could see the Church now from her pillow. She pressed the little black book against her breasts. “Where,” she said aloud, “in which of the two places does it touch me?” She pressed the Bible against her left breast and against her right breast. She liked the feel of the hard book against her.... “What sucks me?” she whispered.” ... that which has cast me out, or the other that draws, that welcomes?” She lifted her two hands high above her face. “Yes” she cried, “the other that calls me good!” Her hands fell in her bosom.--_I am beginning to think._ Do words in sunlight leap from a page and leave it? She turned her head, gazed at the wall of the Church so heavy and fixed against the sun-dazzled window. The organ rose. A hymn, many-voiced, twined with the organ, pealed slanting upwards toward her through the window.--It leaves the Church. Comes to me. I hear it as no one ... don’t I know?... as none of them sticking in their varnished pews. _I_ hear alone. Out of a Church. She took the Bible again and read the words of Jesus. She read them calmly. She looked away seeing the terrible words. Pain, agony of shame and of deprival, rending of doubt parted once more the golden haze she had lived in for a moment.--I am sinking back! She was afraid.--I am sinking. There it was all ... Harry, her search to hold, to find him: the lancing anguish of her revelation: Leon, Edith, the ecstacy of Good ... and the cool-lipped stranger so close pointing a finger, thrusting her out with a finger. Fanny rocked in her bed, rocked motionless, dizzy with rocking thoughts.--Go away, go away, she moaned.--Why, why must I ask Why? I cannot bear it. There was a knock on her door. She was very still. Knock, knock. “What is it?” “May I come in?... It’s Clara Lonergan....” “O you.... Yes. Come in.” The girl smiled: “It’s such a bully morning.” “I am glad you came.” “I had no idea you’d be so lazy. I thought you might come for a walk.” “The day came into the room. I have both day and bed.” Clara brought a chair to the bed and sat down. She saw the Bible. “And Church too, I see.” Her lips curled but her eyes were really smiling. “Don’t you approve of Church?” “No,” said Clara, “I hate it. _My_ Church at any rate. Pa said it was the Priests that made Mother willing to die.” “Well ... what have Church and Bible to do with each other?” Clara laughed. “O come on! Let’s walk. It’s cold in here.” She drew her boa across her throat. “Shall I close the window?” “Don’t you dare!” cried Fanny. She jumped out of bed. She was exhilerated. Her nightgown fell to the floor. Clara was up. “You’ll catch your death of cold....”