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XXXIII. In the Sun—A Harbinger

           

           Gabrielsettledintoadespairingattitudeofpatience,andCainywenton:

           "Andthereweregreatlargehouses,andmorepeoplealltheweeklongthanatWeatherburyclub-walkingonWhiteTuesdays.AndIwenttograndchurchesandchapels.Andhowtheparsonwouldpray!Yes;hewouldkneeldownandputuphishandstogether,andmaketheholygoldringsonhisfingersgleamandtwinkleinyereyes,thathe’dearnedbyprayingsoexcellentwell!Ahyes,IwishIlivedthere."

           "OurpoorParsonThirdlycan’tgetnomoneytobuysuchrings,"saidMatthewMoon,thoughtfully."Andasgoodamanaseverwalked.Idon’tbelievepoorThirdlyhaveasingleone,evenofhumblesttinorcopper.Suchagreatornamentasthey’dbetohimonadullafternoon,whenhe’supinthepulpitlightedbythewaxcandles!But’tisimpossible,poorman.Ah,tothinkhowunequalthingsbe."

           "Perhapshe’smadeofdifferentstuffthantowear’em,"saidGabriel,grimly."Well,that’senoughofthis.Goon,Cainyquick."

           "Ohandthenewstyleofparsonswearmoustachesandlongbeards,"continuedtheillustrioustraveller,"andlooklikeMosesandAaroncomplete,andmakewefokesinthecongregationfeelalloverlikethechildrenofIsrael."

           "Averyrightfeelingvery,"saidJosephPoorgrass.

           "Andthere’stworeligionsgoingoninthenationnowHighChurchandHighChapel.And,thinksI,I’llplayfair;soIwenttoHighChurchinthemorning,andHighChapelintheafternoon."

           "Arightandproperboy,"saidJosephPoorgrass.

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