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Just a year since, I might have shied from the anger in that voice, and advised repentance. Yet when the Brothers died in Kilkenny there was amongst them my one truest friend, Ray- mond. Upon his death the abyss of my sorrow was so deep and widem I thought to discover there some trace of his immortal soul, or God’s reason for taking him.

Yet I found nothing, and though it is a fearful thing to admit, my spirit rose in anger and all but closed that mighty door to shut God out.