A doubt crept like a chill into his heart.

Then the priest appeared to add a cubit to his stature and waver strangely in the soft light.

Behind him, low against the sky, a wide winged owl shot noiselessly across just above the prairie.
The soul of a true priest is double: it is the soul of a saint and the soul of a worldly man.

What is most beautiful in this duality is the supreme courage with which the saintly spirit attacks the worldly and so often heroically masters it.

In the beginning of the fight Father Beret let a passion of the earthly body take him by storm.