“He tried to put more conviction into his voice than he felt, and he mentally cursed any God that there might be, for having made this coming ordeal not only tremendously difficult and dangerous, but possibly pointless too.”

Source: The Stress of Her Regard (1989), Chapter 26 (p. 400)

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