Out of the Past — page 28: what you’re looking at

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Out of the Past. 25 “A name sullied before it was given me!” The priest quickly retorted: “You wrong the dead. I have never seen this in you before, Robert Dinsmore, and I will not listen to it again. If there was wickedness, it was washed out in the agony of death when your mother gave you birth. You are young and intolerant; and judge with your head and not with your heart.” “I have had nothing to love; why should I have a heart?” “You will find it, my son. But I do not like this bit- terness. What right have you to judge your mother with a harshness you have never shown the worst women we have tried to help?” “But my father—he showed little reverence for her.” “Man!” cried the priest, “judgment is not your right. Do not call its wrath down upon your head? I saw your mother. J touched her when the warmth had gone from her body but a little while. There could not be a face more fit to meet the eye of its Judge. There could not be sweeter purity, and I believe with all my soul that evil never lurked there. You have shamed her in this hour. You are an unworthy son.” Robert’s head drooped, and a long pause followed, while the priest reviewed the cases waiting for him and balanced against them the need of the proud boy. Then he sat COMMIEOOOKS (E(o)