That's the door--right opposite." Taffy thanked him and walked across the great empty quadrangle.
Within the Cathedral the organ was sounding and pausing, and from time to time a boy's voice broke in upon the music like a flute, the pure treble rising to the roof as though it were the very voice of the building, and every pillar sustained its petition, "_Lord have mercy upon us, and incline our hearts to keep this law!_" Neither organist nor chorister was visible, and Taffy tiptoed along the aisles in dread of disturbing them.

For the moment this voice adoring in the noble building expressed to him the completest, the most perfect thing in life.

All his own boyish handiwork, remember, under his father's eye had been guided toward the worship of God.
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