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The
priest
entered
the
box
and
was
hidden
.
Two
penitents
rose
and
entered
the
confessional
at
either
side
.
The
wooden
slide
was
drawn
back
and
the
faint
murmur
of
a
voice
troubled
the
silence
.
His
blood
began
to
murmur
in
his
veins
,
murmuring
like
a
sinful
city
summoned
from
its
sleep
to
hear
its
doom
.
Little
flakes
of
fire
fell
and
powdery
ashes
fell
softly
,
alighting
on
the
houses
of
men
.
They
stirred
,
waking
from
sleep
,
troubled
by
the
heated
air
.
The
slide
was
shot
back
.
The
penitent
emerged
from
the
side
of
the
box
.
The
farther
side
was
drawn
.
A
woman
entered
quietly
and
deftly
where
the
first
penitent
had
knelt
.
The
faint
murmur
began
again
.
He
could
still
leave
the
chapel
.
He
could
stand
up
,
put
one
foot
before
the
other
and
walk
out
softly
and
then
run
,
run
,
run
swiftly
through
the
dark
streets
.
He
could
still
escape
from
the
shame
.
Had
it
been
any
terrible
crime
but
that
one
sin
!
Had
it
been
murder
!
Little
fiery
flakes
fell
and
touched
him
at
all
points
,
shameful
thoughts
,
shameful
words
,
shameful
acts
.
Shame
covered
him
wholly
like
fine
glowing
ashes
falling
continually
.
To
say
it
in
words
!
His
soul
,
stifling
and
helpless
,
would
cease
to
be
.
The
slide
was
shot
back
.
A
penitent
emerged
from
the
farther
side
of
the
box
.
The
near
slide
was
drawn
.
A
penitent
entered
where
the
other
penitent
had
come
out
.
A
soft
whispering
noise
floated
in
vaporous
cloudlets
out
of
the
box
.
It
was
the
woman
:
soft
whispering
cloudlets
,
soft
whispering
vapour
,
whispering
and
vanishing
.
He
beat
his
breast
with
his
fist
humbly
,
secretly
under
cover
of
the
wooden
armrest
.
He
would
be
at
one
with
others
and
with
God
.
He
would
love
his
neighbour
.
He
would
love
God
who
had
made
and
loved
him
.
He
would
kneel
and
pray
with
others
and
be
happy
.
God
would
look
down
on
him
and
on
them
and
would
love
them
all
.
It
was
easy
to
be
good
.
God
's
yoke
was
sweet
and
light
.
It
was
better
never
to
have
sinned
,
to
have
remained
always
a
child
,
for
God
loved
little
children
and
suffered
them
to
come
to
Him
.
It
was
a
terrible
and
a
sad
thing
to
sin
.
But
God
was
merciful
to
poor
sinners
who
were
truly
sorry
.
How
true
that
was
!
That
was
indeed
goodness
.
The
slide
was
shot
to
suddenly
.
The
penitent
came
out
.
He
was
next
.
He
stood
up
in
terror
and
walked
blindly
into
the
box
.
At
last
it
had
come
.
He
knelt
in
the
silent
gloom
and
raised
his
eyes
to
the
white
crucifix
suspended
above
him
.
God
could
see
that
he
was
sorry
.
He
would
tell
all
his
sins
.
His
confession
would
be
long
,
long
.
Everybody
in
the
chapel
would
know
then
what
a
sinner
he
had
been
.
Let
them
know
.
It
was
true
.
But
God
had
promised
to
forgive
him
if
he
was
sorry
.
He
was
sorry
.
He
clasped
his
hands
and
raised
them
towards
the
white
form
,
praying
with
his
darkened
eyes
,
praying
with
all
his
trembling
body
,
swaying
his
head
to
and
fro
like
a
lost
creature
,
praying
with
whimpering
lips
.
--
Sorry
!
Sorry
!
O
sorry
!
