The archangel Michael, the prince of the heavenly host, appeared glorious and terrible against the sky. It was exactly as if my charges knew how almost more awkward than anything else that might be for me. But it was a holy smell. To think of them beaten and swollen with pain all in a moment made him feel so sorry for them as if they were not his own but someone else's that he felt sorry for.
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