"What do you want?" "To save you, Mr. Thorn. So Christ will forgive me." "What do you know about my son?" "Everything." "What do you know?" demanded Thorn. The priest was trembling now, his voice thick with emotion. "I saw its mother," he replied. "You saw my wife?" "I saw its mother!" "You're referring to my wife?" "Its mother, Mr. Thorn!"
