The evening air was pale and chilly and after every charge and thud of the footballers the greasy leather orb flew like a heavy bird through the grey light. A little ring of listeners closed round to hear the war of wits. "Oh, thank God, no!" "And is the record yours? You took the thing down?" "Nothing but the impression. A tall figure came down the aisle and the penitents stirred; and at the last moment, glancing up swiftly, he saw a long grey beard and the brown habit of a capuchin.
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