Chapter 20
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ing up for o bed, and to t Lord o him.
as it really true t one could never c a ained purity of e boy. arnision and given o o oterrible joy in being so; and t of t and t full of promise t to s all irretrievable? as there no hope for him?
A a monstrous moment of pride and passion trait sernal youto t. Better for eac its sure s penalty along . tion in punis. Not quot;Forgive us our sinsquot; but quot;Smite us for our iniquitiesquot; so a most just God.
t Lord o anding on table, and te-limbed Cupids laug as of old. ook it up, as nig noted tal picture, and ear-dimmed eyes looked into its poliserribly loved ten to ter, ending rous ;te ory.quot; to ed to y, and flinging t into silver splinters beneat y and t for t ain. y o a mask, a mockery. best? A green, an unripe time, a time of ss. s livery? Youth had spoiled him.
It ter not to t. Noter t. It o t in ory, but revealed t t o knoement, suc t troubled ed trait t forgive . It rait t o
borne ience. t. As for Alan Campbell, . o do it. It o him.
A ne any rate. empt innocence. he would be good.
As of ty Merton, o rait in t still so o expel every sign of evil passion from the signs of evil had already gone away. he would go and look.
ook table and crept upstairs. A