So, one day, because God was wroth, her mother ran away
with a blackguard, and died in the gutter, miserably. Wood's reception of the
widow, who, at that moment, was ushered into the room by Winifred, was not
particularly kind and encouraging. ‘I dropped the lantern,’ Jack’s muffled voice told her. It was a moment of
breathless interest to all engaged in the attempt. She donned her
fuzzy slippers and traipsed downstairs, the welcoming
smell of coffee beckoning her, the sound of Looney
Toons music barely audible from the television set. "If
you've done wrong, confess it, and I'll forgive you!"
"I don't deserve to be forgiven!" returned Jack, bursting into tears; "for I'm afraid
I've done very wrong. “Oh, God!” she said at last, “how I wish I had been taught to pray!”
Part 3
She had some idea of putting these subtle and difficult issues to the chaplain
when she was warned of his advent. Very fascinating, though, trying to analyse
the impulse.
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