This, it seemed, was the only love and that the only hate his soul would harbour. A great saint, saint Francis Xavier! A great fisher of souls! He ceased to shake his clasped hands and, resting them against his forehead, looked right and left of them keenly at his listeners out of his dark stern eyes. Grose assented: "it was the way he liked everyone!" She had no sooner spoken indeed than she caught herself up. There was an instant of dead silence and then the loud crack of a pandybat on the last desk.
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