A cry sprang to his lips, a prayer to be let off. That kind of measure must have left me: they couldn't have lasted as they actually appeared to me to last. Imagine all this, and you will have some idea of the horror of the stench of hell. --And is that why you will not communicate, Cranly asked, because you are not sure of that too, because you feel that the host, too, may be the body and blood of the son of God and not a wafer of bread? And because you fear that it may be? --Yes, Stephen said quietly, I feel that and I also fear it.
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