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Cranly took a small grey handball from his pocket and began to examine it closely, turning it over and over. The memory of his childhood suddenly grew dim. --But do you know, Temple went on, what I think of you and of myself compared together? --Out with it, Temple! the stout student cried from the steps. We shall not always expect to find them supporting our view. be--who knows not that there be?--of Protestants and professors who live and die in as arrant an implicit faith as any lay Papist of Loretto. God help them! He bit off the rest of the fig and flung away the butt. I just missed, on the staircase, on the other hand, a different adventure. IX I waited and waited, and the days, as they elapsed, took something from my consternation.

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