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 own parallel, grows rich with money wrongfully got. Legally? Ah, yes, legally, perhaps. But that will not avail you. And the kind of church you speak of—to which I, to my shame, once consented—Our Lord repudiates. It is none of his. I warn you, Mr. Parr, in his Name, first to make your peace with your brothers before you presume to lay another gift on the altar."

During this withering condemnation of himself Eldon Parr sat motionless, his face grown livid, an expression on it that continued to haunt Hodder long afterwards. An expression, indeed, which made the banker almost unrecognizable.

"Go," he whispered, his hand trembling visibly as he pointed towards the door. "Go—I have had enough of this."

Trinity Church

(Contemporary American poet)

In vain she points her finger to the sky And sends her voice along the famous street, Admonishing how the mortal hours fleet And bidding men bethink that they must die. Tearing the coat of Christ they jostle by And ply their gambling at her very feet. "Prepare, prepare, prepare thy God to meet!" She loudly calls. They do not heed her. Why?

Thou, stuffed with tithes of them that traffic here, Flesh of their flesh, and with thy spotted hand