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