‘Oh, Jacques, I cannot forgive myself!’ ‘Never you fret, miss,’ he uttered at once in a faint voice. She heard him come in; the light burned on. Why? He could preach the Word and deny Love!—tame the savage heart, succour broken white men!—pray with his face strained with religious fervour! The idea made her dizzy because it was so inexplicable. ’ ‘Pah! Your major will say something to this. ‘Sapristi,’ he gasped. Clergymen were human. ” “Your ideas of fairness—” he remarked, and discontinued that sentence. On the next morning—Sunday—the day on which he expected his mother's funeral to take place, he set out along the Harrow Road.
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