"Well," he asked, "what do you think?"
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"What do I think?" Nan repeated. "About Old Crow, or his religion? It is that, isn't it, Rookie? It is a religion."
"It's a religion, all right," said Raven. "And curiously, Nan, it's given me a tremendous boost."
"Because you think——"
"Not because I think anything. I've an idea that with religions you'd better not think. You'd better believe."
"If you can," said she.
"But don't you believe?" he asked her, out of an impetuosity like her own. "I never thought to wonder what you believed. I remember though, one time."
"Yes," said Nan. A deeper red ran into her cheeks, and her brows came down a little over her eyes. Raven could see she was visualizing something. "You're going back to the time when I wouldn't be confirmed."