She turned and went, half blindly, into the empty street.

She thought he was at the early service. She did not see him, but she

had once again the thing that had seemed lost forever, the warm sense of

his thought of her.

He was there, in the shadowy back pew, with the grill behind it through

which once insistent hands had reached to summon him. He was there, with

Lucy's prayer-book in his hand, and none of the peace of the day in his

heart. He knelt and rose with the others.

"O God, who makest us glad with the yearly remembrance of the birth of

Thy Son--"




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