t December dusk umbling clos dull day and, as ared t s food. eurnips and carrots and bruised potatoes and fat mutton pieces to be ladled out in ttened sauce. Stuff it into you, his belly counselled him.

    It  niger early nig up, er of treets, circling alremor of fear and joy, until  led  coming out of t, yaer ttling ters of ing for a sudden movement of o  perfumed fles as  of t call, ultified only by e keenly all t able or a pograpanding to attention or a gaudy playbill; ing:

    -- ie, any good in your mind?

    -- Is t you, pigeon?

    -- Number ten. Fresing on you.

    -- Good nigo  time?

    tion on to spread out a ail, eyed and starred like a peacocks; and, s indices ed, began sloo fold itself togetars being born and being quenc cycle of starry life bore o its verge and ino its centre, a distant music accompanying  upon tars began to crumble and a cloud of fine stardust fell through space.

    t fell more faintly upon tion began to unfold itself sloo spread abroad its ail. It self sin by sin, spreading abroad ts burning stars and folding back upon itself, fading slowly, quencs own lighe cold darkness filled chaos.

    A cold lucid indifference reigned in   violent sin  a ality pass out of o find ead tal  of  receded: and no part of body or soul  a dark peace ablisinguisself  kno once but many times and , ernal damnation for t sin alone, by every succeeding sin iplied  and . s could make no atonement for ains of sanctifying grace o refres mos