She calls us her guests, but in reality we are her prisoners. All the precious paintings and statues of the divine family were here, as was the enormous wooden crucifix set above the altar. " "And I'm glad your worship's recognition doesn't come too late," observed the Master. ) He hesitated. Away off in the fields the bluesmocked peasants bent still at their toil. "Call as you please, beloved girl," he cried, "I will not stir till I am answered.
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