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From: | Minna Gomez |
Subject: | [grt-talk] earplug |
Date: | Fri, 1 Sep 2006 17:05:13 +0200 |
The books were, as the bishop said, worth browsing
over. Heheard the gurgle of water among the roots and watched the circlesfrom a
leaping bass. Hes a preacher or anosteopath, Elmer lamented within. Vice-president
of a bank, but started as a school-teacher, Elmerdecided.
The study was less ornate than the living-room. Yet
he had been ordained, he had taken a pulpit.
By glancing at these for not more than ten minutes,
hecould have an address ready for any occasion.
Pengillys enveloping smile, hisdrawling
voice:Welcome, Brother! He began to call his mentor Father Pengilly, and the old man
eludedhim only a little . To every congregation he had served these forty years, he
had beena shepherd. Toomis,bishop of the Methodist area of Zenith.
NowFrank Shallard had all his life been insulated
from what he gentlydespised as the working class. Say, Reverend, old Ma Gherkins was
telling me about your sermonyesterday. Pengillys enveloping smile, hisdrawling
voice:Welcome, Brother! He longed to prove he was nevertheless a real man,and didnt
know how to prove it. His worst doubt was the doubt of himself.
I know, enthusiastically, a pond where theres some
elegantpickerel! For all his innocence and his mysticism, Father Pengilly was not
afool nor weak. He had heard in theological seminary of the practise of thepresence
of God as a papist mystery. To have had his son deny it would have broken
him.
Reckon you dontget much salary, but how do you
expect to earn that much? In the bay window was a pyramid of wire shelves filledwith
geraniums.
But first he must earn enough money topay for a
year in the seminary. Thesefolks dont go to any Christian church?
Yes, sir, areal breath right out of Paris!
Vice-president of a bank, but started as a school-teacher, Elmerdecided. Frank
disliked him, and did not know him.
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