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Show LENT. --i ' O, Jock, this Is no time for nonsense! 'TIs the season for fasting and prayer. You're praylne, to mo, on your knees nowf . . '.Veil, yoii should be ashamed to be there! I tow that you're worse than a pagan When you swear, a3 you do, that a shrine built in your heart to a goddess, 3d tkr name of that goddess is mine! What's (hat! No, I am not repenting; Not a bit; for the heartaches my eyes Have given you! .-.That Isn't the reason , I appear in a penitent's guise. I Unow that there's nothing so fetching As a prayer book and plain gown of grayf 1 know that I'm never so pretty As when, eyes closed, I'm posing to pray? O. Jack, now you're'downright insulting!. ... 1 declare if I'd dreamed that gray gown Would please you, I'd never have bought it; I'd have gotten that new shade of brown t But hark! There the hells rin;: for vespers! O, Jack, do, for goodness' '.Uo, gol The fact is, we've got a new rector. ... And a layman like you has no chow. We flirted anil danced through the gay time, And I might, had I thought you'd a cent, Have gl ven you my heart ; but Just now, Jack, Don't you see that I couldn't? It's Lent! Brton Globe. |