The priest rose and, turning towards the altar, knelt upon the step before the tabernacle in the fallen gloom. On the way home uncle Charles would often pay a visit to the chapel and, as the font was above Stephen's reach, the old man would dip his hand and then sprinkle the water briskly about Stephen's clothes and on the floor of the porch. --I know all the history of your family, too, Temple said, turning to Stephen. And if he's saved--" "Then YOU are?" The dear woman kissed me on this, and I took her farewell.
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