The parish priest was in his library, lolling in a chair by the window with his coat off. It was a dreadfully hot day and he had had a tough morning, visiting sick in an outlaying part of his parish. He was counting on half an hour’s rest before dinner when suddenly a timid and prolonged knock came to the door.
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