Where even to be a Catholic, they say, is to be looked upon with scorn and disgust. ” “That’s rather a fine sort of holiday!” He made no answer for three or four seconds. He leaned towards her as though anxious to see more of her face than that faint delicate profile gleaming like marble in the uncertain light. Groping their way through one or two dark and mouldy-smelling vaults, the party ascended a flight of steps, which brought them to the hall. Here and there, a building might be seen with the doors and windows driven in, and all access to it prevented by the heaps of bricks and tilesherds. Then he hovered undecidedly for some seconds with his hands in his pockets and his mouth puckered to a whistle before he turned to go home by the Avenue. Ah Coom. Charcoal, you may bring in the boy.
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