There were shrubberies and big trees, but I remember the clear assurance I felt that none of them concealed him. And that's why they ran away, if you want to know. We were more like brothers than father and son. He believed this all the more, and with trepidation, because of the divine gloom and silence wherein dwelt the unseen Paraclete, Whose symbols were a dove and a mighty wind, to sin against Whom was a sin beyond forgiveness, the eternal mysterious secret Being to Whom, as God, the priests offered up mass once a year, robed in the scarlet of the tongues of fire.
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