will harm you now. The wicked people are dead.”
As he spoke, her face happened to be turned toward him, and for one frozen instant in
time it seemed to him that a gleam of intelligence, a look of joy came into her eyes, but a
moment later it was gone and there was only the vacant, mindless stare. It could have been
an illusion, a trick of the sunlight reflecting the sparkle of the golden bird across her eyes.
He thought about it as he walked slowly up the hill and out the huge stone gate of the
nunnery to where his limousine was waiting to drive him back to Athens.
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