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a bundle of pathetic treasures.   The man is laughing.   It is natural that everyone else should laugh also.   But by the Calvary a devout woman stops and kneels.   A fountain of black smoke leaps.   The cross totters, all askew, and on the steps polished by that so many knees have worn polished a new stain is spreading.    On the ridge a red glow bursts out and flames appear to bur at  clin  the base of the spire.   Suddenly the bells commence a mad chime.   The fugitives cross themselves, hurrying, hurrying.

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