Perhaps, perhaps, he thought, who knows but the first news he would bring to her would be the news of that communion?
Certain it is that his hand moved vaguely over the blanket.

It slipped over the edge of the bed and fell upon the bowed head of the sexton and remained there as if in benediction.

And so the shadow deepened, and at last it was like unto nothing else known to the sons of men on earth, and the spirit leaped out of its clay tenement with the breath of the communion wine still on the lips of the frail, perishable body.
Philip reverently raised the arm and laid it on the bed.

The sexton rose, and, while the tears rolled over his face, he gazed long into the countenance of the son of his old master.

No division of race now.