Fleming moved heavily out of his place and knelt between the two last benches. What lay behind it or within it? A dull torpor of the soul or the dullness of the thundercloud, charged with intellection and capable of the gloom of God? --I meant a different kind of lamp, sir, said Stephen. His courtesy of manner rang a little false and Stephen looked at the English convert with the same eyes as the elder brother in the parable may have turned on the prodigal. But he drank off the hot weak tea which the clumsy scullion, girt with a white apron, poured into his cup.
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