He remembered that peace that he had had in St.Martin's Chapel on the day of the discovery of the body.

What he would give to reclaim that now! Meanwhile he must battle; must quiet Craven's suspicions, must play football, join company with men who seemed to him now like shadows.
As he glanced round at them--at Lawrence, Bunning, Galleon Cardillac--they seemed to have far less existence than the grey shadow in the outer Court.

Sounds passed him like smoke--the lights grew faint in his eyes.

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