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The pious politician knows that, gods willing, one can do anything to man.

And at the same instant perhaps a priest round the corner is elevating it. Dringdring! And two streets off another locking it into a pyx. Dringadring! And in a ladychapel another taking housel all to his own cheek. Dringdring!

Her great creel forehead-slung, she wanders nigh, Easing the heavy strap with gnarled, brown fingers