And theevening service at Whortley church--at the evening service surpliceswere worn--the chanting and singing, the vague brilliance of thenumerous candle flames, the multitudinous unanimity of thecongregation down there, kneeling, rising, thunderously responding,invariably inebriated him. Inspired him, if you will, and turned theprose of his life into poetry.
"She stopped with an air of interrogation.Ramage looked at her for a long and discriminating interval withoutspeaking. He seemed to be hesitating... read more
