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Kernan,“andadamneddecentOrangemantoo.WewentintoButler’sinMooreStreet—faith,wasgenuinelymoved,tellyoutheGod’struth—andIrememberwellhisverywords.Kernan,hesaid,weworshipatdifferentaltars,hesaid,butourbeliefisthesame.Struckmeasverywellput.”
“There’sagooddealinthat,”saidMr.Power.“ThereusedalwaysbecrowdsofProtestantsinthechapelwhereFatherTomwaspreaching.”
“There’snotmuchdifferencebetweenus,”saidMr.M’Coy.
“Webothbelievein——”
Hehesitatedforamoment.
“...intheRedeemer.Onlytheydon’tbelieveinthePopeandinthemotherofGod.”
“But,ofcourse,”saidMr.Cunninghamquietlyandeffectively,“ourreligionisthereligion,theold,originalfaith.”
“Notadoubtofit,”saidMr.Kernanwarmly.
Mrs.Kernancametothedoorofthebedroomandannounced:
“Here’savisitorforyou!”
“Whoisit?”
“Mr.Fogarty.”
“O,comein!comein!”
Apale,ovalfacecameforwardintothelight.Thearchofitsfairtrailingmoustachewasrepeatedinthefaireyebrowsloopedabovepleasantlyastonishedeyes.Mr.Fogartywasamodestgrocer.
