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"
It
is
God
's
will
.
"
"
Stuff
and
nonsense
!
You
're
here
because
of
human
failings
--
your
own
and
the
bishop
's
.
Only
the
Pope
is
infallible
.
You
're
utterly
out
of
your
natural
element
in
Gilly
,
we
all
know
that
,
not
that
we
're
not
grateful
to
have
someone
like
you
for
a
change
,
instead
of
the
ordained
remittance
men
they
send
us
usually
.
But
your
natural
element
lies
in
some
corridor
of
ecclesiastical
power
,
not
here
among
horses
and
sheep
.
You
'd
look
magnificent
in
cardinal
's
red
.
"
"
No
chance
of
that
,
I
'm
afraid
.
I
fancy
Gillanbone
is
not
exactly
the
epicenter
of
the
Archbishop
Papal
Legate
's
map
.
And
it
could
be
worse
.
I
have
you
,
and
I
have
Drogheda
.
"
She
accepted
the
deliberately
blatant
flattery
in
the
spirit
in
which
it
was
intended
,
enjoying
his
beauty
,
his
attentiveness
,
his
barbed
and
subtle
mind
;
truly
he
would
make
a
magnificent
cardinal
.
In
all
her
life
she
could
not
remember
seeing
a
better-looking
man
,
nor
one
who
used
his
beauty
in
quite
the
same
way
.
He
had
to
be
aware
of
how
he
looked
:
the
height
and
the
perfect
proportions
of
his
body
,
the
fine
aristocratic
features
,
the
way
every
physical
element
had
been
put
together
with
a
degree
of
care
about
the
appearance
of
the
finished
product
God
lavished
on
few
of
His
creations
.
From
the
loose
black
curls
of
his
head
and
the
startling
blue
of
his
eyes
to
the
small
,
slender
hands
and
feet
,
he
was
perfect
.
Yes
,
he
had
to
be
conscious
of
what
he
was
.
And
yet
there
was
an
aloofness
about
him
,
a
way
he
had
of
making
her
feel
he
had
never
been
enslaved
by
his
beauty
,
nor
ever
would
be
.
He
would
use
it
to
get
what
he
wanted
without
compunction
if
it
would
help
,
but
not
as
though
he
was
enamored
of
it
;
rather
as
if
he
deemed
people
beneath
contempt
for
being
influenced
by
it
.
And
she
would
have
given
much
to
know
what
in
his
past
life
had
made
him
so
.
Curious
,
how
many
priests
were
handsome
as
Adonis
,
had
the
sexual
magnetism
of
Don
Juan
.
Did
they
espouse
celibacy
as
a
refuge
from
the
consequences
?
"
Why
do
you
put
up
with
Gillanbone
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Why
not
leave
the
priesthood
rather
than
put
up
with
it
?
You
could
be
rich
and
powerful
in
any
one
of
a
number
of
fields
with
your
talents
,
and
you
ca
n't
tell
me
the
thought
of
power
at
least
does
n't
appeal
to
you
.
"
His
left
eyebrow
flew
up
.
"
My
dear
Mrs.
Carson
,
you
're
a
Catholic
.
You
know
my
vows
are
sacred
.
Until
my
death
I
remain
a
priest
.
I
can
not
deny
it
.
"
She
snorted
with
laughter
.
"
Oh
,
come
now
!
Do
you
really
believe
that
if
you
renounced
your
vows
they
'd
come
after
you
with
everything
from
bolts
of
lightning
to
bloodhounds
and
shotguns
?
"
