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The rector had not been a shining light for years without learning how

to control his expression He had a second, too, while she contorted her

face again, to recover hiravely "Ime"

Mrs Hayden had lowered her voice still more The revelation took on the

appearance of conspiracy

"In the early spring, probably," she said, "we shall need your services,

and your blessing"

So that was the end of one drea his worldly flock; in middle life, of a bishopric; he

had dreamed of sons, to carry on the name he had meant to make famous

But the failures of those dreams had been at once his own failure and

his own disappointment This was different

He was profoundly depressed He wandered out of the crowd and, after

colliding with a man from the caterer's in a dark rear hall, found his

way up the servant's staircase to the small back room where he kept

the lares and penates of his quiet life, his pipe, his fishing rods, a