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The Shadow of the Guillotine

           Yes,"headded,withabittersmileofuttercontempt."InthemouthoftheMaslons,theFrilairs,theCastanèdesperhapsinthattrueChristianitywhosepriestswerenotpaidanymorethanweretheapostles.ButSt.Paulwaspaidbythepleasureofcommanding,speaking,gettinghimselftalkedabout."

           "Oh,iftherewereonlyatruereligion.FoolthatIam.IseeaGothiccathedralandvenerablestained-glasswindows,andmyweakheartconjuresupthepriesttofitthescene.Mysoulwouldunderstandhim,mysoulhasneedofhim.Ionlyfindanincompoopwithdirtyhair.AboutascomfortingasachevalierdeBeauvoisis.

           "Butatruepriest,aMassillon,aFénelon.MassillonsacrificedDubois.Saint-Simon’smemoirshavespoilttheillusionofFénelon,buthewasatruepriestanyway.Inthosedays,tendersoulscouldhaveaplaceintheworldwheretheycouldmeettogether.Weshouldnotthenhavebeenisolated.ThatgoodpriestwouldhavetalkedtousofGod.ButwhatGod?NottheoneoftheBible,acruelpettydespot,fullofvindictiveness,buttheGodofVoltaire,just,good,infinite."

           HewastroubledbyallthememoriesofthatBiblewhichheknewbyheart."Buthowonearth,whenthedeityisthreepeopleallatthesametime,isonetobelieveinthegreatnameofGOD,afterthefrightfulwayinwhichourpriestshaveabusedit."

           "Livingalone.Whatatorture."

           "Iamgrowingmadandunreasonable,"saidJulientohimself,strikinghisforehead."Iamalonehereinthiscell,butIhavenotlivedaloneonearth.Ihadthepowerfulideaofduty.

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