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The temperature was dropping
and a light snow was falling.
Even the sky above the City
had a green tint,
and the rays of the sun were green.
It had, however, but a bare
and uninteresting church,
built in the latest and worst
period of Perpendicular,
with a slate spire and no bells to speak of.
The Manichee, therefore, was entirely
embedded in the visible world.
To the new generations of country
and village boys now pouring into
the university in such large numbers,
she had become, in a curious way,
an instructor in manners,–what is called
an ‘influence.’ A lady doctor dressed
in silks was an oddity, and Oscar
Maroney’s curiosity, once engaged,
had to be satisfied.
They asked her where she was
making for, and she answered: “You are come
to the very edge of the Wild, as some
of you may know. ….Because it is not ‘engaged’,
the Faith becomes vacuous. In the strict sense,
however, the term historical
criticism refers to the ways in which
a historian might use the New Testament
to learn about history.”
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