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And yet such a death was sure to overtake him if he persisted.
"This is too much!" cried the chaplain, striking petulantly at one of Fra Angelico's angels.
Not to fall was too hard, too hard; and he felt the silent lapse of his soul, as it would be at some instant to come, falling, falling, but not yet fallen, still unfallen, but about to fall.
But as she started toward the door it was opened by Miss Amelia, who, when she caught sight of the changed, angry face, fell back a step in alarm.
