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ing and encouraging the dying man. He was with him until the last breath. When the funeral rites were over and Thore laid at rest, Father Tuathal returned to his home. All the horror and repulsion of the dead man had passed away in the peace that followed the priest’s self-conquest.
“O my beloved!” he murmured, remembering his martyred companion, “even from thy grave thou hast called this poor wandering soul out of the darkness into the light of Christ.”
