He was gentleness itself, and while I wagged my head at him he stood there more than ever a little fairy prince. Against his sin, foul and secret, the whole wrath of God was aimed. There were pale strange faces there, great eyes like carriage-lamps. How could they have done that? He thought of the dark silent sacristy.
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