HowcouldItellherthatNate’sdeathwasthebestendthatcouldhavecometohim？ButIsaid：“Youknowyoudon’tthinkitwasyourfault。Youknowyouwoulddothesameagain。“Shelistenedtome，buthereyeshadnointerestinthem。“Heneverknewpain，“Ipursued，“andhedieddoingthethinghelikedbestintheworld。Hewashappyandenjoyinghimself，andyougavehimthat。It’sbadonlyforyou。Somewouldtalkreligion，butIcan’t。“
“Yes，“sheanswered，“Icanthinkofhimsogladtobefree。Thankyouforsayingthataboutreligion。Doyouthinkit’swickednottowantit——
tohateitsometimes？Ihopeit’snot。Thankyou，truly。“
Duringourjourneyshesummonedhercheerfulness，andallthatshesaidwaswholesome。Intherobust，coarsesoundnessofherfibre，thewoundsofgriefwouldhealandleavenosickness——perhapsnohighersensitivenesstohumansufferingsthanherbroadnativekindnessalreadyheld。Wetoucheduponreligionagain，andmyviewsshockedherKentuckynotions，forItoldherKentuckylockeditsreligioninanironcagecalledSunday，whichmadeitverysavageandfondofbitingstrangers。
NowandagainIwouldrunuponthatveinofdeep-seatedprejudicethatwasinhercharacterlikesomefinewire。Inshort，ourdisagreementsbroughtustotermsmorefamiliarthanwehadreachedhitherto。ButwhenatlastSeparcame，wherewasI？TherestoodMr。McLeanwaiting，andatthesuddennessofhimshehadnotimetorememberherself，butsteppedoutofthestagewithsuchasmilethattheardentcow-puncherflushedandbeamed。