One day when some boys had gathered round a priest under the shed near the chapel, he had heard the priest say: --I believe that Lord Macaulay was a man who probably never committed a mortal sin in his life, that is to say, a deliberate mortal sin. Under the sudden glow of a lantern he could recognize the smiling face of a priest. "By going all the way round?" "Certainly, far as it is. Their feet passed in pattering tumult over his mind, the feet of hares and rabbits, the feet of harts and hinds and antelopes, until he heard them no more and remembered only a proud cadence from Newman: --Whose feet are as the feet of harts and underneath the everlasting arms.
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