That must have been a terrible sin, to go in there quietly at night, to open the dark press and steal the flashing gold thing into which God was put on the altar in the middle of flowers and candles at benediction while the incense went up in clouds at both sides as the fellow swung the censer and Dominic Kelly sang the first part by himself in the choir. Began in Italian and ended in pidgin English. But the faint smell of the rector's breath had made him feel a sick feeling on the morning of his first communion. He watched their flight; bird after bird: a dark flash, a swerve, a flutter of wings.
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