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Wrecker. Noel O’Reilly
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isbn 9780008274535
Автор произведения Noel O’Reilly
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Издательство HarperCollins
Finally, he stopped for a long moment, his head bowed, his chest heaving. I watched as a drop of sweat rolled from the tip of his fine straight nose and fell onto the Bible that lay before him. We all trembled, thinking he might point the finger of blame right at us, or that he had found out our inmost secret shame.
‘Now I come to the heart of the matter,’ he said, looking out at his hearers. ‘The very reason why I have come here to found a chapel in this cove.’ He brandished a newspaper over his head, the Sherborne Mercury, before throwing it down on the lectern. ‘This journal carries an account of the infamous crimes committed in this cove after the sinking of The Constant Service, just a few weeks ago.’ I glanced around and saw the heads of my neighbours hanging in shame. ‘As a result of the depravity and lawlessness of that night, the name of Porthmorvoren is now reviled throughout this land. And there is one heinous act which has come to represent the darkest depths of human nature, when greed prevails over all sense of decency. Do you know that of which I speak?’
I was rigid, afraid any movement might give me away.
‘Perhaps the individual responsible is among us today?’ said the minister.
I knew he was talking of the stolen earrings, and all for that I was blameless of the crime, I broke into a prickly sweat. I was thankful Aunt Madgie was not in the congregation that night and able to turn on me with accusing eyes.
‘Let me refresh your memory by reading from the newspaper’s editorial page: Yet even the depredations so far described are as nothing in comparison to the actions of the aptly named “Porthmorvoren Cannibal”, a wretch who violated the corpse of Lady S— in order to steal trinkets whose value the vicious culprit could hardly have appreciated. Let me tell you, brothers and sisters, that it was this outrage that convinced me I must visit this outpost of civilisation and see what could be done to bring you under conviction. My intention is to finish the build of the chapel on the hill above the village. Together, we will light a beacon of hope where before there has been darkness. You are all God’s children, even the most prodigal amongst you. You have been neglected too long. If you repent and submit to the holy fire your sins will be forgiven when you stand before the Throne of Mercy. I promise you I will work with every fibre of my being to uproot your age-old customs and plant the Holy Cross in this stony ground.
‘It is late. When next we meet I will tell you about Perfect Love. About the joys that await you in the next life if you turn away from sin in this one and open your hearts to salvation. Now, who among you will offer a last prayer this night?’
Without thinking, I drew myself up from my knees onto my feet. Tegen’s hand flew up and clutched my skirts to hold me back, almost sending me headlong into the row in front of us. Every face turned towards me, some with puzzlement and some with disbelief, others with purest outrage. What made me do it? Fear of hellfire or something else? I was so scared I could hardly draw breath. I had a queer urge to burst out laughing, but was able to check myself, thank the Lord. Some strange litany I had read, or overheard or perhaps only imagined, floated into my mind and I spoke out.
‘Good Lord, deliver us by Thine agony and bloody sweat, by Thy cross and passion.’ My voice gathered its usual force. ‘By the crown of thorns piercing Thy brow . . .’ I swallowed and looked right at the minister while he glowered at me in such a manner that my knees trembled under my skirts. It was so silent that when a hearer coughed it sounded like a thunder clap. ‘Dear Jesus, when I come before Thee in the final hour, if it please Thee, Heavenly Father, pray do let me know it is truly Thyself, perhaps by a sign . . .’ I’d lost my way, of course, but there was no turning back. ‘Maybe by the nail prints in Thy hands, so that . . .’ I lost my thread and stood there, seeing the open mouths of Grace Skewes and Loveday, and a whole row of other foes who had turned their heads to gawp at me. Loveday’s mate Betsy Stoddern stared at me with bulging eyes as if it was all she could do to stop herself marching over and giving me a smack in the mouth right there and then.
‘I offer up this prayer to thee, my . . . my . . .’ I couldn’t find the right word.
‘My Saviour,’ Tegen hissed, at my side.
‘My Saviour,’ I said, and dropped onto the bench with a muttered ‘Amen’.
Murmurs of outrage passed along the front row where the bettermost sat, and then there was a coarse shout behind me. It was the voice of Nancy Spargo.
‘Praise be to God!’ she hollered, and suddenly the air was full of cries of ‘Hallelujah’ and ‘Amen to that’. I was saved.
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