Two silver candlesticks, that stood usually on
the high shelf over the hall-fire, and a silver crucifix of Flemish
work, taken from the hiding-place, were in a row on the back, with red
and white flowers, between. Beneath the linen cloths a tiny flat
elevation showed where the altar stone lay. The rest of the chapel, in
its usual hangings, had only sweet herbs on the floor; with two or three
long seats carried up from the hall below. An extraordinary sweetness
and peace seemed in the place both to the senses and the soul of the
young priest as he went up to the altar to vest. Confessions had been
heard last night; and, as he turned, in the absolute stillness of the
morning, and saw, beneath those carved angels that still to-day lean
from the beams of the roof, the whole little space already filled with
farm-lads, many of whom were to approach the altar presently, and the
grey head of their master kneeling on the floor to answer the mass, it
appeared to him as if the promise of last night were reversed, and that
it was, after all, earth rather than heaven that proclaimed the peace
and the glory of God....
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Robin served the second mass himself, said by Mr. Garlick, and made his
thanksgiving as well as he could meanwhile; but he found what appeared
to him at the time many distractions, in watching the tanned face and
hands of the man who was so utterly a countryman for nine-tenths of his
life, and so utterly a priest for the rest.
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