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“Look!” said the Doctor, pointing down the
side aisle towards the altar. “Look! your
grandmother has come back! Look! she is
there in her white cap and her black shawl
kneeling on her old knees in her usual place!”
He raised his head eagerly and stared
with his dim eyes towards the altar.
“It is getting so dark,” said he, “I
cannot see!”
“Look! she is lighting a candle to show
you the way! Now she is kneeling again,
don’t call her! She is praying for you!
Can’t you see her now?”
He tried to raise his head once more.
“The candle, the candle, yes, I see the
candle, the . . . Grannie! Grannie!” he
called almost with the voice of a child.
“Grannie!” he whispered again quite
gently, so as not to disturb her whilst she
was praying.
He lay there silent for awhile, looking
steadfastly at his grandmother. His wild
features grew soft and still, and big tears
rolled down his cheek.
He had not suffered enough. Once more
the horror of the past gripped at his weary
brain, once more he turned with fear-filled
eyes towards the Doctor.
“Do you think I am going to hell?”
he whispered with awe.
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