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Hormisdas, cried the priest, raising his hand authoritatively.
2
Jesus!' cried the priest, once more, 'return, come back to me; speak to me once again!'
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Draw near! cried the priest again.
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Draw near! cried the priest.
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Away!' cried the Priest: 'thy leman is lost, and thou shalt be lost with her.'
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"Amine Vanderdecken," cried the priest on his knees, clasping his hands in agony.
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"But that strikes at the doctrine of free-will," cried the priest.
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"Let the man who said that step forth," cried the priest.
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"No," cried the priest suddenly and impulsively, "it is not that.
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"Uzza," cried the priest, "I neither ask nor hope for mercy.
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"Ah, you needn't be afraid of listening to me!" cried the priest bitterly.
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'O Jesus, Who hast died for us!' cried the priest, 'convince her of our nothingness!
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'Even so,' cried the priest, 'will the king quench in blood the hearth-fires of his foes.'
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"What is this?" cried the priest, hastening over to him.
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"The devil fly away with the Fakeer!" cried the priest.
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"Mary, conceived without sin, pray for us!" cried the priest in his thundering voice.
