She looked about and discovered a door partially hidden by shadow. ‘Oh, Marthe,’ she groaned, using in her accustomed way the French version of her nurse’s name, ‘that pig is going to monsieur le baron. We’re hard stuff!” Then she went on: “To think that is my father! Oh, my dear! He stood over me like a cliff; the thought of him nearly turned me aside from everything we have done. Ask mercy of the Lord for the salvation of your own soul, through the merits of the death and passion of Jesus Christ, who now sits at the right hand of God, to make intercession for you, if you penitently return to him. No; the future was not so dark; there was a bit of dawn visible. One’s sense of proportion, battered out of all shape in the daily life of cities, reasserts itself. The highest form of knowledge was magic: the priesthood.
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