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In
the
blessed
words
of
Archangel
Foster
,
God
commands
us
first
to
minister
to
the
body
in
order
that
the
soul
may
seek
the
light
untroubled
by
ills
of
the
flesh
.
I
know
that
you
are
not
yet
one
of
us
?
but
your
service
is
blessed
by
the
Lord
.
We
are
fellow
travelers
on
the
road
to
Heaven
.
"
He
turned
to
Jubal
.
"
You
,
too
,
Doctor
.
Archangel
Foster
has
told
us
that
the
Lord
commands
us
to
be
happy
–
and
many
is
the
time
I
have
put
down
my
crook
,
weary
unto
death
with
the
cares
and
woes
of
my
flock
,
and
enjoyed
an
innocent
,
happy
hour
over
one
of
your
stories
–
and
have
stood
up
refreshed
,
ready
to
fight
again
.
"
"
Uh
,
thank
you
,
Bishop
.
"
"
I
mean
it
deeply
.
I
’
ve
had
your
record
searched
in
Heaven
–
now
,
now
,
never
mind
;
I
know
that
you
are
an
unbeliever
but
let
me
speak
.
Even
Satan
has
a
purpose
in
God
’
s
Great
Plan
.
It
is
not
yet
time
for
you
to
believe
.
Out
of
your
sorrow
and
heartache
and
pain
you
spin
happiness
for
other
people
.
This
is
all
credited
on
your
page
of
the
Great
Ledger
.
Now
please
!
I
did
not
bring
you
here
to
argue
technology
.
We
never
argue
with
anyone
,
we
wait
until
they
see
the
light
and
then
we
welcome
them
.
But
today
we
shall
just
enjoy
a
happy
hour
together
.
"
Digby
then
proceeded
to
act
as
if
he
meant
it
.
Jubal
was
forced
to
admit
that
the
glib
fraud
was
a
charming
host
,
and
his
coffee
and
liquor
and
food
were
all
excellent
.
Jubal
noticed
that
Mike
seemed
decidedly
jumpy
,
especially
when
Digby
deftly
cut
him
out
of
the
herd
and
spoke
with
him
alone
–
but
,
confound
it
,
the
boy
was
simply
going
to
have
to
get
used
to
meeting
people
and
talking
to
them
on
his
own
,
without
Jubal
or
Jill
or
somebody
to
feed
him
his
lines
.
Boone
was
showing
Jill
some
relics
of
Foster
in
a
glass
case
on
the
other
side
of
the
room
;
Jubal
covertly
watched
her
evident
reluctance
with
mild
amusement
while
he
spread
pate
de
fois
gras
on
toast
.
He
heard
a
door
click
and
looked
around
;
Digby
and
Mike
were
missing
.
"
Where
did
they
go
,
Senator
?
"
"
Eh
?
What
was
that
,
Doctor
?
"
"
Bishop
Digby
and
Mr
.
Smith
.
Where
are
they
?
"
Boone
looked
around
,
seemed
to
notice
the
closed
door
.
"
Oh
,
they
’
ve
just
stepped
in
there
for
a
moment
.
That
’
s
a
little
retiring
room
used
for
private
audiences
.
You
were
in
it
,
weren
’
t
you
?
When
the
Supreme
Bishop
was
showing
you
around
.
"
