Three years later, that partisan Deity whose most recent attention to the family had been Aunt May's rescue from Morality, acted in Wyatt's direction (though as the boy and his father independently suspected, perhaps it was a different God altogether).
On the other, the spiritual, hand, the congregation breathed out stale prayers for the boy's recovery. But in the end they always gave their God full leave to do as He wished, to remove the lad if such were His sacred whim, loading the fever-stricken boy with the guilt it had taken them generations to accumulate. They called this Humility.
Paris lay by like a promise accomplished: age had not witheres her, nor custom staled her infinite vulgarity
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