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Isheagoodpreacher?”
“Munno....It’snotexactlyasermon,youknow.It’sjustkindofafriendlytalk,youknow,inacommon-senseway.”
Mr.Kernandeliberated.Mr.M’Coysaid:
“FatherTomBurke,thatwastheboy!”
“O,FatherTomBurke,”saidMr.Cunningham,“thatwasabornorator.Didyoueverhearhim,Tom?”
“DidIeverhearhim!”saidtheinvalid,nettled.“Rather!Iheardhim....”
“Andyettheysayhewasn’tmuchofatheologian,”saidMrCunningham.
“Isthatso?”saidMr.M’Coy.
“O,ofcourse,nothingwrong,youknow.Onlysometimes,theysay,hedidn’tpreachwhatwasquiteorthodox.”
“Ah!...hewasasplendidman,”saidMr.M’Coy.
“Iheardhimonce,”Mr.Kernancontinued.“Iforgetthesubjectofhisdiscoursenow.CroftonandIwereinthebackofthe...pit,youknow...the——”
“Thebody,”saidMr.Cunningham.
“Yes,inthebacknearthedoor.Iforgetnowwhat....Oyes,itwasonthePope,thelatePope.Irememberitwell.Uponmyworditwasmagnificent,thestyleoftheoratory.Andhisvoice!God!hadn’theavoice!ThePrisoneroftheVatican,hecalledhim.IrememberCroftonsayingtomewhenwecameout——”
“Buthe’sanOrangeman,Crofton,isn’the?”saidMr.Power.
“‘Courseheis,”saidMr.
