a never occurred to me, Step I am curious to knorying to make a convert of me or a pervert of yourself?
urned too make finely significant.
Cranly asked suddenly in a plain sensible tone:
-- tell me trut all s I said?
-- Someephen said.
-- And our religion is false and t Jesus the son of God?
-- I am not at all sure of it, Stephan a son of Mary.
-- And is t e, Cranly asked, because you are not sure of t too, because you feel t t, too, may be t a it may be?
-- Yes, Steply, I feel t and I also fear it.
-- I see, Cranly said.
Stepruck by one of closure, reopened t once by saying:
-- I fear many torms, macry roads at night.
-- But w of bread?
-- I imagine, Step t reality behings I say I fear.
-- Do you fear t trike you dead and damn you if you made a sacrilegious communion?
-- t noep tion y centuries of auty and veneration.
-- ould you, Cranly asked, in extreme danger, commit t particular sacrilege? For instance, if you lived in the penal days?
-- I cannot ans, Step.
-- t intend to become a protestant?
-- I said t I tep not t I self-respect. kind of liberation be to forsake an absurdity o embrace one w?
toorees and ttered lig to comfort t glimmered in tc was broken bars:
Rosie OGrady.
Cranly stopped to listen, saying:
-- Mulier cantat.
t beauty of tin oucing toucoucer and more persuading toucrife of turgy of tly te-robed figure, small and slender as a boy, and oning from a distant c he passion:
Et tu cum Jesu Galilaeo eras.
And all s oucurned to ar, soned tone and more faintly as the cadence died.
t on togeting in strongly stressed rhe refrain:
And when we are married,
O, how happy well be
For I love s Rosie OGrady
And Rosie OGrady loves me.
-- try for you, heres real love.
Steprange smile and said:
-- Do you consider t poetry? O