“Don’t be silly, Phryne, I’m an – ’ ‘Invert?’ said Phryne. ‘Of course you are.’ She said this as though he had just claimed to have blue eyes, as something utterly ordinary. ‘And that means,’ John persisted, ‘that I am a sinner.’ ‘Rubbish,’ said Phryne sharply. ‘No one can help whom they love. I am positive that your God doesn’t care a fig.”
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