compartmentalize

by Ottilia Harmon (and Willa Cather)

Waves of rose and gold throbbed up the sky from behind the dome of the Basilica. They destroyed our churches when they were fighting us, and stabled their horses in them. When he said grace before meat, the men had knelt on the floor beside the table. The missionary smiled as he took up his untouched glass. And it was a miracle, Father Latour knew that. His collection of El Greco is, I believe, quite the best in Spain. And the Mexicans, a naturally devout people. He had grown to like the old mans shop better than any place in town. The missionary was here for a purpose, and he pressed his point. In his leisure the Cardinal played tennis. The property now belonged to Gordon, mortgaged to him as surety for the loans the bank had made Mr. Where is your candidate at present, Father? The missionary was here for a purpose, and he pressed his point. It is a walk Gordon often takes on a Sunday afternoon. He had performed marriages and baptisms and heard confessions and confirmed until noon. All missionaries from the Americas were inveterate beggars, then as now, Bishop Ferrand. Are you wishing to unmake your new Bishop already? The few priests are without guidance or discipline. The folds of russet country were now violet. I’ve lived in a rented house all my life, and now I’d like to own my own home, he ended plaintively. As a boy, in England, he had been passionately fond of this sport. He is a parish priest, on the shores of Lake Ontario, in my diocese. In this conversation the missionary took no part, nor could he even follow it with much interest. They had here all they needed to make them happy. Louis, but at that time it was very dangerous because of Comanche Indian raids. When she caught fire, she went like an arrow, toward whatever end. He enjoys his prosperity and his good health. Not a word was spoken of the Lombard war, in which the Popes position was so anomalous. The Bishop of that See will direct the beginning of momentous things. His mare stumbled, breaking his mood of contemplation. They destroyed our churches when they were fighting us, and stabled their horses in them. Waves of rose and gold throbbed up the sky from behind the dome of the Basilica. Our Spanish fathers made good martyrs, but the French Jesuits accomplish more. We want our own ways and our own religion. He is a parish priest, on the shores of Lake Ontario, in my diocese. By the way, come over here with me a minute.

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