The Great Return
The old man looked at me strangely, and hesitated.
"No," he said, "there has been no change. I use no incense in the church. I should not venture to do so."
"But," I was beginning, "the whole church is as if High Mass had just been sung there, and"
He cut me short, and there was a certain grave solemnity in his manner that struck me almost with awe.
"I know you are a railer," he said, and the phrase coming from this mild old gentleman astonished me unutterably. "You are a railer and a bitter railer; I have read articles that you have written, and I know your contempt and your hatred for those you call Protestants in your derision; though your grandfather, the vicar of Caerleon-on-Usk, called himself Protestant and was proud of it, and your great-grand-uncle Hezekiah, ffeiriad coch yr Castletown—the Red Priest of Castletown—was a great man with the Methodists in his day, and the people flocked by their thousands when he administered the Sacrament. I was born and brought up in Glamorganshire, and old men have wept as they told me of the weeping and contrition
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