"Do you think he--?" "Won't, if he has the chance, turn on me? Yes, I venture still to think it. --I suffer little children to come unto me, Glynn said amiably. Then he asked: --How old are you, my child? --Sixteen, father. Time is, time was, but time shall be no more! Time was to sin in secrecy, to indulge in that sloth and pride, to covet the unlawful, to yield to the promptings of your lower nature, to live like the beasts of the field, nay worse than the beasts of the field, for they, at least, are but brutes and have no reason to guide them: time was, but time shall be no more.
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