As straight as her posture was, as clear as her tone was, as wonderfully virtuous as her face looked in the light that streamed through the stained glass, she could not help but give off a set of confusing signals to the others in the room. The men in the front row noticed that whenever she professed her faith, she smiled angrily, which was not at all in keeping with the guidelines of any piety. They also noticed that when she turned toward the altar, the part of the room that was supposed to contain the most godliness, she put her hand over her face, as if she was either hiding the divine from herself, or herself from it.
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