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"
Okay
.
Be
a
good
boy
.
"
He
was
already
several
yards
away
,
Riverview
boater
back
on
his
head
,
but
he
turned
to
smile
at
her
.
"
Am
I
ever
anything
else
?
"
She
grinned
.
"
Bless
you
,
no
.
You
're
too
good
to
be
true
;
I
'm
the
one
always
in
trouble
.
See
you
tomorrow
.
"
There
were
huge
padded
red
leather
doors
inside
the
vestibule
of
Saint
Mary
's
;
Dane
poked
one
open
and
slipped
inside
.
He
had
left
Justine
a
little
earlier
than
was
strictly
necessary
,
but
he
always
liked
to
get
into
a
church
before
it
filled
,
became
a
shifting
focus
of
sighs
,
coughs
,
rustles
,
whispers
.
When
he
was
alone
it
was
so
much
better
.
There
was
a
sacristan
kindling
branches
of
candles
on
the
high
altar
;
a
deacon
,
he
judged
unerringly
.
Head
bowed
,
he
genuflected
and
made
the
Sign
of
the
Cross
as
he
passed
in
front
of
the
tabernacle
,
then
quietly
slid
into
a
pew
.
On
his
knees
,
he
put
his
head
on
his
folded
hands
and
let
his
mind
float
freely
.
He
did
n't
consciously
pray
,
but
rather
became
an
intrinsic
part
of
the
atmosphere
,
which
he
felt
as
dense
yet
ethereal
,
unspeakably
holy
,
brooding
.
It
was
as
if
he
had
turned
into
a
flame
in
one
of
the
little
red
glass
sanctuary
lamps
,
always
just
fluttering
on
the
brink
of
extinction
,
sustained
by
a
small
puddle
of
some
vital
essence
,
radiating
a
minute
but
enduring
glow
out
into
the
far
darknesses
.
Stillness
,
formlessness
,
forgetfulness
of
his
human
identity
;
these
were
what
Dane
got
from
being
in
a
church
.
Nowhere
else
did
he
feel
so
right
,
so
much
at
peace
with
himself
,
so
removed
from
pain
.
His
lashes
lowered
,
his
eyes
closed
.
From
the
organ
gallery
came
the
shuffling
of
feet
,
a
preparatory
wheeze
,
a
breathy
expulsion
of
air
from
pipes
.
The
Saint
Mary
's
Cathedral
Boys
'
School
choir
was
coming
in
early
to
sandwich
a
little
practice
between
now
and
the
coming
ritual
.
It
was
only
a
Friday
midday
Benediction
,
but
one
of
Dane
's
friends
and
teachers
from
Riverview
was
celebrating
it
,
and
he
had
wanted
to
come
.
The
organ
gave
off
a
few
chords
,
quietened
into
a
rippling
accompaniment
,
and
into
the
dim
stone-lace
arches
one
unearthly
boy
's
voice
soared
,
thin
and
high
and
sweet
,
so
filled
with
innocent
purity
the
few
people
in
the
great
empty
church
closed
their
eyes
,
mourned
for
that
which
could
never
come
to
them
again
.
Panis
angelicus
Fit
panis
hominum
,
