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"
The
German
cardinal
would
n't
submit
.
He
left
the
church
.
"
Mr.
Cunningham
's
words
had
built
up
the
vast
image
of
the
church
in
the
minds
of
his
hearers
.
His
deep
,
raucous
voice
had
thrilled
them
as
it
uttered
the
word
of
belief
and
submission
.
When
Mrs.
Kernan
came
into
the
room
,
drying
her
hands
she
came
into
a
solemn
company
.
She
did
not
disturb
the
silence
,
but
leaned
over
the
rail
at
the
foot
of
the
bed
.
"
I
once
saw
John
MacHale
,
"
said
Mr.
Kernan
,
"
and
I
'll
never
forget
it
as
long
as
I
live
.
"
He
turned
towards
his
wife
to
be
confirmed
.
"
I
often
told
you
that
?
"
Mrs.
Kernan
nodded
.
"
It
was
at
the
unveiling
of
Sir
John
Gray
's
statue
.
Edmund
Dwyer
Gray
was
speaking
,
blathering
away
,
and
here
was
this
old
fellow
,
crabbed-looking
old
chap
,
looking
at
him
from
under
his
bushy
eyebrows
.
"
Mr.
Kernan
knitted
his
brows
and
,
lowering
his
head
like
an
angry
bull
,
glared
at
his
wife
.
"
God
!
"
he
exclaimed
,
resuming
his
natural
face
,
"
I
never
saw
such
an
eye
in
a
man
's
head
.
It
was
as
much
as
to
say
:
I
have
you
properly
taped
,
my
lad
.
He
had
an
eye
like
a
hawk
.
"
