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His lips began to murmur the first verses over and over; then went on stumbling through half verses, stammering and baffled; then stopped.
A second shrill whistle, prolonged angrily, brought one of the girls to the foot of the staircase.
His face was kind and he joined gently the fingers of each hand, forming a frail cage by the union of their tips.
His small head set off with glossy red curls and his newly shaven face agreed well with the spotless decency of his soutane and with his spotless shoes.
