is turist whe horse from memory asked again.

    “t it is t,” said t be explained to  see.”

    “to deny God’s existence, victims of Satan maintain t God is not visible to us,” said turist whe horse.

    “Yet, o ter. “It is for t tates t t equal.”

    tice ever so delicately dabbed me onto t a ion to fix my fullness, poo te of a ed illustration: as t-o ting page, I become deligickliso t’s as if I command to “Be!” Yes, t see , but truth is I can be found everywhere.

    I, Se Black a brief note telling o o t into  s ruso Estook tter, so my eyes e o become of us; and I, urned emerity. termine tone of our relationsure. Over t ted  even ting atus as slave, maneuver to become lady of ted my unfortunate fatfully kissing iffened

    lost its softness. I ed turban and purple cloak, to t tten better and  for tafa Pasrict early in the morning.

    urned from  table for breakfast, and I ion of orange jam in t, I imagined  Black’s door. topped and to shine.

    In tered a familiar scene. t smelled of mold and rotting leaves ing in t w seen  nig seemed so long ago, as if weeks had passed. I raised my veil and said:

    “You can be glad, if you feel tions and doubts  come betrying to lay your  nigo our empty her.”

    Rat Black’s reaction, you’re probably puzzling over  quite kno I’d cry oto embrace me, and I’d become intimate ed.

    “royed our  clearly reveals anger and red. I don’t t expect tire to some corner noure. I’m calling on you to protect me—pro