He thought of them as men who washed their bodies briskly with cold water and wore clean cold linen. Father Dolan will be in every day to see if any boy, any lazy idle little loafer wants flogging. Consciousness of place came ebbing back to him slowly over a vast tract of time unlit, unfelt, unlived. From what had he set out? Perhaps he had been born and bred among serious dissenters, seeing salvation in Jesus only and abhorring the vain pomps of the establishment.