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Brother Timothy’s cassock made a peculiarswishing noise as he strode up and down thepassage.His face was red,his mouth twitched,whilsthis fingers pulled nervously at the buttons upon thecassock.There was something wild,even a little aimless,about this pacing up and down,a kind of clue as tothe chaos of his thoughts.One could see at a glancethat he was angry.From time to time he muttered tohimself,and when he did this he always cast a quick
Brother Timothy’s cassock made a peculiarswishing noise as he strode up and down thepassage.His face was red, his mouth twitched, whilehis fingers pulled nervously at the buttons upon thecassock .here was something wild, even a little aimless, about this pacing up and down , a kind of clue as tothe chaos of his thoughts. One could see at a glancethat he was angry. From time to time he muttered tohimself, and when he did this he always cast a quick