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ashed church In its shadowy at He liked to sink himself in its hush as a stone sinks

into water

He went across his garden, mounted the wall by the little

steps, and entered the hush and peace of the church As the

heavy door clanged to behind him, his feet re-echoed in the

aisle, his heart re-echoed with a little passion of tenderness

and htly ashamed, like a man who

has failed, who lapses back for his fulfilan, and sitting there

alone in the little glow, practice the hymns and chants for the

service The ashed arches retreated into darkness, the

sound of the organ and the organ-pedals died away upon the

unalterable stillness of the church, there were faint, ghostly

noises in the tower, and then the ain,

loudly, triumphantly

He ceased to fret about his life He relaxed his will, and

let everything go What was between hi She had conquered, really Let

him wait, and abide, wait and abide She and the baby and

hi out his protestation His

soul lay in the darkness as he pressed the keys of the

organ