The Archdeacon looked at his watch, and said that he had only got five minutes more. He suggested that the best way to spend this five minutes would be in prayer. We knelt down together among the empty plates and cups, silver coffee pot now cold, toast-rack with one piece of toast left on it, fragments of bacon rind in congealed fat. He prayed
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And just to play semantics a little bit, "for the first time, and last time, in eternity. . ." ?
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