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Portrait of William Hope Hodgson William Hope Hodgson 'My House Shall Be Called the House of Prayer' (1911)

After our greetings, which the priest had met with that strange magnetism of heartiness that had left even the critical Pelple less disapproving, we were set down to a tea, which we simply had to eat, the priest waiting on us himself, and making the little meal 'go,' as you might say, with the abundance of his energy and humour—telling a hundred quaint tales and jests of the country-side, with his brogue making points of laughter where more formal speech would have left us dull and untouched.
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Portrait of William Hope Hodgson William Hope Hodgson 'My House Shall Be Called the House of Prayer' (1911)

I took my friend James Pelple down with me for an afternoon's jaunt, to give the priest a call in his new house; for he had moved since last I saw him. Pelple knew of Father Johnson by hearsay, and disapproved strongly. There is no other word to describe his feelings: 'A good man, yes,' he would remark. 'But if all you tell me, and the half of what I hear from others, is true, he is much too lax. His ritual——'
'I've never been to his place,' I interrupted. 'I know him only as the man. As a man, I love him, as you know; as a priest, I admire him.
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Portrait of William Hope Hodgson William Hope Hodgson 'My House Shall Be Called the House of Prayer' (1911)

I don't believe he is the man to be unduly lax on vital points.'
'Just so! Just so!' said Pelple. 'I know nothing; but I've heard some very peculiar things.'
I smiled to myself. Certainly Father Johnson has some unusual ways. I have seen him, for instance, when we have been alone, forget to say his grace until, maybe, he had eaten one dish. Then, remembering, he would touch his fingers together, and say, 'Bless this food to me' (glancing at the empty dish) , 'an' I thank Thee for it' (looking at the full one in front) .
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