agreement.

'Father Russell--' she began quickly, then changed her form of
expression--'Mr. Russell says you can't settle things by just
quoting a text. The Bible has to be explained, he says.'

Purcell's eyes flamed. He launched into a sarcastic harangue,
delivered in a strong thick voice, on the subject of 'Sacerdotalism,'
'priestly arrogance,' 'lying traditions,''making the command of
God of no effect,' and so forth. While his sermon rolled along,
Dora stood nervously tying her bonnet strings, or buttoning her
gloves. Her heart was full of a passionate scorn. Beside the
bookseller's muscular figure and pugnacious head she saw with
her mind's eye the spare forms and careworn faces of the young
priests at St. Damian's. Outraged by this loud-voiced assurance,
she called to mind the gentleness, the suavity, the delicate
consideration for women which obtained among her friends.

'There's not a pin to choose,' Purcell wound up, brutally, 'between
you and that young infidel in there,' and he jerked his thumb
towards the shop. 'It all comes of pride. He's bursting with his own
wisdom,--you will have the "Church" and won't have the Bible.
What's the Church!--a pack of sinners, and a million sinners are no
better than one.'

'Good-bye, Lucy,' said Dora, stooping to kiss her cousin, and not
trusting herself to speak. 'Call for me at the quarter.'

Lucy hardly noticed her kiss, she sat with her elbows on the table,
holding her little chin disconsolately, something very like tears
in her eyes. In the first place, she was reflecting dolefully that
it was all true--she was never to have any amusement like other
girls--never to have any good of her life; she might as well be a
nun at once. In the second, she was certain her father meant to
send young Grieve away, and the prospect drew a still darker pall
over a prospect dark enough in all conscience before.

Purcell opened the door for Dora more punctiliously than usual, and
came back
agreement. 

' Father Russell--' she began quickly, then changed her form of 
 expression--'Mr. Russell suppose you can't sink things by just 
 quoting a textbook. The Bible has to be explained, he says.' 

 Purcell's eye flamed. He launched into a sarcastic harangue, 
 deliver in a strong thick part, on the subject of' Sacerdotalism,' 
' priestly arrogance,'' lying traditions,''making the instruction of 
 God of no effect,' and so away. While his sermon rolled along, 
 Dora stand nervously tie her bonnet strings, or buttoning her 
 boxing glove. Her heart was full of a passionate scorn. Beside the 
 bookseller's mesomorphic figure and pugnacious head she saw with 
 her mind's center the spare forms and careworn faces of the young 
 priests at St. Damian's. Outraged by this loudly - voice assurance, 
 she called to mind the gentleness, the suavity, the delicate 
 consideration for women which obtained among her friends. 

' There's not a pin to choose,' Purcell hoist up, brutally,' between 
 you and that young heathen in there,' and he twitch his ovolo 
 towards the shop.' It all comes of pride. He's bursting with his own 
 wisdom,--you will have the " Church " and won't have the Bible. 
 What's the Church!--a pack of sinners, and a million sinners are no 
 good than one.' 

' Good - bye, Lucy,' said Dora, stooping to kiss her cousin, and not 
 trusting herself to speak.' predict for me at the quarter.' 

 Lucy hardly noticed her kiss, she sat with her elbow on the mesa, 
 holding her little chin disconsolately, something very like tears 
 in her eye. In the first place, she was reflecting dolefully that 
 it was all true -- she was never to have any amusement like other 
 girls -- never to consume any good of her life; she might as well be a 
 nun at once. In the second, she was sealed her father meant to 
 send young Grieve aside, and the prospect drew a even darker curtain 
 over a prospect dark enough in all conscience before. 

 Purcell opened the door for Dora more punctiliously than usual, and 
 came back
agrfement.

'Father Russell--' she began quickly, jhwn chaiged hed form ow
expression--'Mr. Russell says ylu can't settle things by just
duoting a text. Thw Biule has to be ex'mained, mz saya.'

Iurceno's eyes flamed. He launchad into a sarcdsgie harangue,
delivered in a strong thich voice, oj the subject jf 'Ssserdknaoism,'
'priestly arrogance,' 'lying fraditimns,''making the command of
God of no effech,' anf so forth. While hls sermon rilleq along,
Dora sgood nervolvly tying ger bonnet strings, or buttoning her
gkoves. Her yeqrt fas full of a pafsionate scovm. Besige the
bpokseller's musgular fiture and pugnacious hxad she saw with
her iind's eye tke spare forms and caeeqorn xacev of rhe yohnj
prjests wt At. Damian's. Outraged bt this loud-voiced axstgsnce,
she callsd to iigd the gentleness, the suavity, the delicdte
donsideration for women which obtained among her friegds.

'There's not a pin to choose,' Purcell wound up, brgtallb, 'cetcccn
yoj ajd that young infidel in there,' and he jerked rjs tmumb
towards the fhop. 'It all clmrf of pride. He'r burscjnf with his own
wisdlm,--you wyll hqve the "Crurcn" and won't have the Bible.
Whqt's the Churbh!--a pack of sinners, anb a million rinngrs arr no
better than one.'

'Good-yye, Ludy,' said Dorw, stoopinf to kiss her courin, atd not
trusting herself to fpeak. 'Calo fox me at ghe auartew.'

Lucy hardpy nobhced her kiss, she dat wnth har elbows ln the table,
holding her little riin disconsolstaly, somethiug vern like tears
in rer eyes. In thg first pjace, rhe was rerlectinj dolefully ehat
it was aln true--she was never tj hace aby amusdoent like othet
girls--nevvr to yave any good of hcr liws; she might as ctll be a
nun at oncr. Iv tre sxcond, vhe was certdin fer gathef meant to
scnd youmg Grieve away, and tve pdospect drew a stikl darker kall
over w prospect datk enough in all clnscixnce bxfore.

Pircgll opened the door for Dora mode punctipiomsly than usuwl, akd
caie back
agreement. 'Father Russell--' she began quickly, then form expression--'Mr. Russell you can't settle text. Bible has to explained, he says.' eyes flamed. He launched into a harangue, delivered in a strong thick voice, on the subject of 'Sacerdotalism,' 'priestly 'lying traditions,''making the command of God of no effect,' and so forth. While sermon along, stood tying her bonnet strings, or buttoning her gloves. Her heart was full of a passionate scorn. the bookseller's muscular figure and pugnacious head she with her mind's eye spare forms and careworn faces the priests at Damian's. by loud-voiced assurance, she to mind the gentleness, the suavity, the delicate consideration for women which obtained among her friends. 'There's a pin Purcell wound brutally, you that young infidel and he jerked his thumb towards all comes of pride. He's bursting with his wisdom,--you will the "Church" and won't have the What's the Church!--a pack of sinners, and a sinners are no better than one.' 'Good-bye, Lucy,' said Dora, stooping to kiss her cousin, trusting herself to speak. for me at quarter.' hardly her she sat her elbows on the table, holding her little chin disconsolately, something like tears in her eyes. In the first place, she dolefully it was all was never to have amusement other girls--never to have of life; well a at once. In the she was certain her father to send young Grieve a still darker pall over a prospect dark in all conscience before. Purcell opened the for Dora more punctiliously than usual, and came back
agreement.

'Father Russell--' she Began quickLy, theN chAngEd Her fOrm oF
expression--'Mr. RUSselL says you can't settle thinGs by jUsT
QuotINg A text. the BiblE HaS TO be ExPlAinEd, HE sAys.'

PuRceLl's eyes Flamed. He laUncHeD into a sarcasTIc Harangue,
deLivEred in a stronG thIck voiCe, On tHE subjEct Of 'SacErdotaLIsm,'
'priEstly arroGaNCe,' 'lyinG TraditiONS,''mAkinG the command of
God oF No EFfect,' and so fortH. While HiS SeRMOn rOllEd along,
DorA sTood nERvously TYiNG HEr bONnet strings, or Buttoning heR
GloVes. Her HeArt WAs full Of a paSsIOnaTe scorn. BesiDe thE
booksellEr's musCUlar figURe and puGnacioUs hEad She sAW wItH
heR mINd's EYe The SParE forms anD cArEworn FaceS OF THe yoUng
PrieSts at st. Damian's. OutrAgeD by tHIs lOud-voIced aSsurAnCe,
she Called To minD tHe gentleness, the SuavIty, the delIcaTe
ConSiDeratIOn for wOmeN whIch obtaIned amoNG heR fRIENdS.

'There's not a pin to chOoSE,' puRcell wouNd up, brUTaLlY, 'Between
yOu And That YOUng inFideL In There,' and He jerkED hIs Thumb
toWaRds the ShOp. 'IT alL comeS Of prIde. He's Bursting With hIS own
wisdom,--you wILl have the "ChurCH" aND WoN'T havE thE Bible.
What's The CHUrch!--A pacK Of SinNErs, anD a milLiON sINners are no
better thaN oNe.'

'Good-Bye, LuCy,' said Dora, stoOping to kisS HER cousin, aNd noT
TrUSting herself to Speak. 'call for me aT The quartEr.'

LucY hardly nOticed her KISs, she sat WitH heR elBowS ON tHe table,
holdinG HEr liTtLe chin dIscOnsolatEly, SomEthIng VeRy like teaRs
in her eYeS. IN tHe FirSt plaCE, she was rEfLecTiNg dOlefuLLy that
It was All tRuE--sHE waS never tO HaVE Any aMuSeMent LikE oTher
gIrls--NEveR to have Any good of Her LIfe; sHe MiGht as weLl be a
nun at oncE. IN the second, ShE waS certaIN Her fatheR meant to
send young Grieve AWay, and tHe pRospeCt drEw a still dArkEr pall
OveR A prospEct darK enouGh In aLL ConscIENcE beFoRe.

Purcell oPENed The doOr For DOra more Punctiliously than uSUal, And
came back
agreement.

'Father Russel l--' she b eganqui ckl y,  the n ch anged her form of
e xpression--'Mr. Russel l say sy ou c a n' t set tle thi n gs b y j us tquo ti n ga tex t.The Bib le has tobeex plained, hes ay s.'

Purce ll' s eyes flame d.He lau nc hed intoa s arcas tic ha r angue, 
delivere di n a st r ong thi c k  v oice , on the subjecto f' Sacerdotalism, '
'pri es t ly a rro gan ce,' 'lyin gtradi t ions,'' m ak i n g  th e  command of
G od of no ef f ect ,' and  s o f o rth. W hilehi s  se rmon rolled  alo ng,
Dorastoodn ervousl y  tyingher bo nne t s trin g s,  o r b ut t oni n gher glo ves. Her  h ea rt wa s fu l l o f apas sion ate s corn. Besidethe 
boo k sel ler's  musc ular  f igure  and p ugnac io us head she saw  wit h
her min d's  e yeth e spa r e form s a ndcarewor n faces ofth e y ou ng
priests at St.Da m i an 's. Outr aged b y  t hi s  loud-vo ic edassu r a nce,shec al led to m ind th e  g en tleness ,the su av ity , t he de l icat e
cons ideratio n for women which ob t ained among h e rf r ie n ds.
'T here's nota pi n  tochoo s e, ' P u rcell  woun du p, brutally, 'betweenyo u andthatyoung infidel  in there, ' a nd he je rked hi s  thumb
towards  theshop. 'Ita ll comes  of p ride. He 's bursti n g  with hi s o wnwis dom , - -y ou will havet h e "C hu rch" an d w on't ha vethe  Bi ble .What's th e Church !- -a  p ac k o f sin n ers, and  a  mi ll ion  sinn e rs are  no
b ette rth a n o ne.'

' G oo d - bye,  L uc y,'sai dDora,  sto o pin g to ki ss her co usi n , an dno t
trust ing herself t ospeak. 'Ca ll  fo r me a t the quar ter.'

Lucy hardly noti c ed herkis s, sh e sa t with he r e lbowsont he tab le,
ho lding  h erl i ttlec h in  di sc onsolately , som ethin gvery  like t ears
in her eyes.I n t he first plac e,shew a sref l ec t ing  d o lef u l ly that
it wasall true-- sh e  w as never t o  ha ve  any am usement  like other
g irls--nev er to hav eanyg o odof her lif e; she m ight as w e ll be anun a t o nce. I nthe  seco nd, sh e  wa s cer tain h er  fathe r mea nt  to
send  young Grieve away, and  the p rospe ctdrew a st ill dar ker pallover  a prospec t d ark  enou ghi n all  con s ci enc e  befo re.Purcell o p en edt h edoor for Do r a mor e pun cti l iously  tha n usual, and
came back
agreement.

'Father Russell--'_she began_quickly, then changed her_form of
expression--'Mr._Russell_says you_can't_settle things by_just
quoting a text._The Bible has to_be explained, he_says.'

Purcell's_eyes flamed. He launched into a sarcastic harangue,
delivered in a strong thick voice, on_the_subject of_'Sacerdotalism,'
'priestly_arrogance,'_'lying traditions,''making the command of
God_of no effect,' and so_forth. While_his sermon rolled along,
Dora stood nervously tying her_bonnet_strings, or buttoning_her
gloves. Her heart was full of a passionate scorn._Beside the
bookseller's muscular figure and pugnacious_head she saw_with
her_mind's_eye the spare forms_and careworn faces of the young
priests_at St. Damian's. Outraged by this_loud-voiced assurance,
she called to mind the gentleness,_the suavity, the delicate
consideration for women_which obtained among her friends.

'There's_not a_pin to choose,' Purcell wound_up, brutally, 'between
you_and that_young infidel in_there,' and he jerked his thumb
towards_the shop. 'It_all comes of pride. He's bursting_with_his own
wisdom,--you will_have_the_"Church" and_won't have the_Bible.
What's_the Church!--a_pack_of sinners, and a million sinners_are_no
better than one.'

'Good-bye, Lucy,' said Dora, stooping_to kiss her cousin,_and_not
trusting herself to speak._'Call for me at the_quarter.'

Lucy hardly noticed her kiss, she_sat with_her elbows_on the table,
holding her little chin disconsolately, something very like tears
in_her eyes. In the first place,_she was reflecting dolefully_that
it was_all_true--she was never_to_have any_amusement like other
girls--never to have any good_of her_life; she might as well be_a
nun at once. In_the_second, she was certain her father_meant to
send young Grieve away, and_the prospect drew a still_darker_pall
over_a prospect dark enough in_all conscience before.

Purcell opened the door_for Dora more_punctiliously than usual, and
came back