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But
that
was
not
why
A
voice
from
far
out
on
the
playground
cried
:
--
All
in
!
And
other
voices
cried
:
--
All
in
!
All
in
!
During
the
writing
lesson
he
sat
with
his
arms
folded
,
listening
to
the
slow
scraping
of
the
pens
.
Mr
Harford
went
to
and
fro
making
little
signs
in
red
pencil
and
sometimes
sitting
beside
the
boy
to
show
him
how
to
hold
his
pen
.
He
had
tried
to
spell
out
the
headline
for
himself
though
he
knew
already
what
it
was
for
it
was
the
last
of
the
book
.
Zeal
WITHOUT
PRUDENCE
IS
LIKE
A
SHIP
ADRIFT
.
But
the
lines
of
the
letters
were
like
fine
invisible
threads
and
it
was
only
by
closing
his
right
eye
tight
and
staring
out
of
the
left
eye
that
he
could
make
out
the
full
curves
of
the
capital
.
But
Mr
Harford
was
very
decent
and
never
got
into
a
wax
.
All
the
other
masters
got
into
dreadful
waxes
.
But
why
were
they
to
suffer
for
what
fellows
in
the
higher
line
did
?
Wells
had
said
that
they
had
drunk
some
of
the
altar
wine
out
of
the
press
in
the
sacristy
and
that
it
had
been
found
out
who
had
done
it
by
the
smell
.
Perhaps
they
had
stolen
a
monstrance
to
run
away
with
and
sell
it
somewhere
.
That
must
have
been
a
terrible
sin
,
to
go
in
there
quietly
at
night
,
to
open
the
dark
press
and
steal
the
flashing
gold
thing
into
which
God
was
put
on
the
altar
in
the
middle
of
flowers
and
candles
at
benediction
while
the
incense
went
up
in
clouds
at
both
sides
as
the
fellow
swung
the
censer
and
Dominic
Kelly
sang
the
first
part
by
himself
in
the
choir
.
But
God
was
not
in
it
of
course
when
they
stole
it
.
But
still
it
was
a
strange
and
a
great
sin
even
to
touch
it
.
He
thought
of
it
with
deep
awe
;
a
terrible
and
strange
sin
:
it
thrilled
him
to
think
of
it
in
the
silence
when
the
pens
scraped
lightly
.
But
to
drink
the
altar
wine
out
of
the
press
and
be
found
out
by
the
smell
was
a
sin
too
:
but
it
was
not
terrible
and
strange
.
It
only
made
you
feel
a
little
sickish
on
account
of
the
smell
of
the
wine
.
Because
on
the
day
when
he
had
made
his
first
holy
communion
in
the
chapel
he
had
shut
his
eyes
and
opened
his
mouth
and
put
out
his
tongue
a
little
:
and
when
the
rector
had
stooped
down
to
give
him
the
holy
communion
he
had
smelt
a
faint
winy
smell
off
the
rector
's
breath
after
the
wine
of
the
mass
.
The
word
was
beautiful
:
wine
.
It
made
you
think
of
dark
purple
because
the
grapes
were
dark
purple
that
grew
in
Greece
outside
houses
like
white
temples
.
But
the
faint
smell
of
the
rector
's
breath
had
made
him
feel
a
sick
feeling
on
the
morning
of
his
first
communion
.
The
day
of
your
first
communion
was
the
happiest
day
of
your
life
.
And
once
a
lot
of
generals
had
asked
Napoleon
what
was
the
happiest
day
of
his
life
.
They
thought
he
would
say
the
day
he
won
some
great
battle
or
the
day
he
was
made
an
emperor
.
But
he
said
:
--
Gentlemen
,
the
happiest
day
of
my
life
was
the
day
on
which
I
made
my
first
holy
communion
.
Father
Arnall
came
in
and
the
Latin
lesson
began
and
he
remained
still
,
leaning
on
the
desk
with
his
arms
folded
.
