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The look upon Reverend Trask’s face when I gazed lovingly upon the cross he brandished was, dare I say it?  Heavenly! 

Of course, our generation of Clan Collins was (as were many of my age) composed of noted freethinkers — to Aunt Abigail’s consternation.  It is best that he only measured my reaction in the biological, rather than ontological, sense.

BC

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