The fact is that three quarters of the people
inthis place never go near a church in their lives. Im leaving first thing tomorrow,
he told her as they reached thegate. We cant getenough people to fill the church a
quarter full, even on EasterSunday. Like Proggettearlier in the morning, he was
embarrassed by the word prayer.
But were standing right in front of Mrs Semprills
window! Then she looked upwards, and saw in whitelettering on the corner of a house:
New Kent Road. But Dorothy persisted, and there was an argument. She struggled in
his arms, violently andfor a moment helplessly. Shed do jest nicely for Nobby,
wouldnt she? Its theseswine of atheists like Bertrand Russell and Julian Huxley and
allthat crowd.
The youths had lowered their bundles and leaned
them against thelamp-post.
It faded, butreturned presently in the more complex
form: THAT IS A HORSE. We simply MUST make that jumble sale a success,
Victor!
But I dont particularly want to let you go,
objected MrWarburton.
With any luckthe blasted hag hasnt seen us. You can
always find an excuse for a procession.
And unfortunately this wasno more than the literal
truth; she really could not bear it. Every bone in her body was aching, andher eyes
were sticky with sleep. You can hardly see whats happening atthe altar, there are
such clouds of incense. But you arent afraid, by anychance, that I might convert
YOU? We put up the brains, you put upthe money. But at thatmoment, by accident
possibly, her finger-tips brushed against herbody. But now spose frinstance you was
to come along with us,see?
I really MUST be getting home, she repeated more
firmly. Like Proggettearlier in the morning, he was embarrassed by the word
prayer.
This remark deflected Victor from what he had been
about to say. Every bone in her body was aching, andher eyes were sticky with
sleep.
He wont allow us incense, or decent music, or
propervestments, or anything. Now, however, her conscience waspricking
her.
For the play the schoolchildren are
acting.
The face was quite unfamiliar to her, and yet not
strange.
The youths had lowered their bundles and leaned
them against thelamp-post.
Then lets say no more about it, said Mr
Warburtongenerously.
She believed that Hell existed,but that it was
empty.