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the Lord, while they are bringing down Your
temples in the name of their God who is not our
God, while they are wrecking Your altars with
the name of another Messiah on their lips,
a Messiah who cannot be Your Son who taught
us to love and to forgive!
“King of Kings! Why do not You let
the thunder of Your voice be heard once more!
Why do not You send down once more upon
our bleeding earth that Angel of Yours ‘who
went out at night and smote in the camp of the
Assyrians an hundred four score and five
thousand, and when they arose early in the
morning behold they were all dead corpses’?”
“God chooses His time,” said the nun.
* *
The Doctor went back into the sacristy
and sat down on the bench beside the Curé,
waiting for the hour to start. All was still,
and the silence was only broken by the
never-ceasing moan from the church.
“I feel as if I ought not to leave these poor
dying men,” he said.
A roar of laughter rang through the night.
“Do you hear them?” whispered Anatole
under the window. “They are having their
supper in your dining-room. They are all
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