Afterwards she threw into the room, through the half-open doorway, a gold medallion of St. Michael, the Roman Catholic patron of soldiers in action that she had worn between her breasts. I took it to mean the final act of parting. As if by no longer wearing it she abandoned all prayer for my safety… It might just as well mean that she wished me to wear it myself for my personal protection… - Christopher Tietjens, No More Parades (c)
Afterwards she threw into the room, through the half-open doorway, a gold medallion of St. Michael, the Roman Catholic patron of soldiers in action that she had worn between her breasts. I took it to mean the final act of parting. As if by no longer wearing it she abandoned all prayer for my safety… It might just as well mean that she wished me to wear it myself for my personal protection… - Christopher Tietjens, No More Parades (c)