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meager culpabilities, spiced with town gossip, week
after week.
Now Prudence Lattice, in tears, amazed him. To
her old sins of staying, in her view, too slothful, too
envious, too full of self-pity, still unable to stop
depending on medication to stave off depression, still
unable to give up her silly dreams or her gothic
romances, still terrified of her death, and now of poor
Ro Dingley's, too—along with all these sins, which he
promptly forgave her—she was now torn between her
awful desire to see a man arrested for murder so that
his wife would come live with her, and her awful desire
to stay loyal to Winslow Abernathy even though
Winslow appeared to be trying to hush up the bloody
crimes of this awful man, Maynard Henry, by telling her
it was just his dog he'd killed! And why kill Night? So
shocked was the rector (who had missed everything
while away in Manhattan), so shocked and so eager to
hear her story, that he leaned around his side of the
ornate booth, popped his head through her velvet
curtain, and exclaimed, "Pru! Good gosh! Poor thing!
Now start again and don't leave anything out! Now