She entered the front hall, formerly magnificent, now faded and dusty, the old wood table waiting for guests who would never come. Warren’s Profession. 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. Wood, reproachfully, as they returned to the parlour. Steeples toppled, and towers reeled beneath its fury. She has contrived to keep out of my sight up to this time, and I've no doubt she'll keep out of it altogether for the future. All the rest of his existence was subordinate to this pursuit; he lived for it, worked for it, kept himself in training for it.
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