The Gadfly by E. L. (Ethel Lillian) Voynich
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his face with both hands in bitter humiliation. Only
five minutes ago he had been dreaming of martyrdom; and now he had been guilty of a mean and petty thought like this! When he entered the seminary chapel on Thursday morning he found Father Cardi alone. After repeating the Confiteor, he plunged at once into the subject of his last night's backsliding. "My father, I accuse myself of the sins of jealousy and anger, and of unworthy thoughts against one who has done me no wrong." Farther Cardi knew quite well with what kind of penitent he had to deal. He only said softly: "You have not told me all, my son." "Father, the man against whom I have thought an unchristian thought is one whom I am especially bound to love and honour." "One to whom you are bound by ties of blood?" "By a still closer tie." "By what tie, my son?" "By that of comradeship." |
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