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Pedr ran to him and threw his arm around his neck.

“Sadrach Danyrefail,” he said, “there’s joyous I am you've come. Sing a hymn of gladness, Sadrach Danyrefail, for to-day the Bad Man departs from Capel Sion.”

Pedr led Sadrach to the altar, and on the top of it was the bull-calf, slowly bleeding to death.

“Son of hell!” cried Sadrach when he saw what Pedr had done. “For what do you do this with my calf which is worth great yellow gold? I’ll have the law on you in half an hour, even if it is the Sabbath.”

He hit out with his arm, and Pedr fell against the altar, and the blood of the calf dropped upon his face. “Dear Sadrach,” he said when he had risen to his feet, “this is the sacrifice that is going to wipe away the sins of Capel Sodom. Indeed, indeed, it is now. But, lo, the Big Man is not meanly. He is satisfied with the blood only. Look you