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Show 109, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] across Card Sound. From above came the boy's droning voice, "Lucifer. . .lightbearer. . .morningstar. . ." Father Kelly gave a sort of Burgess Meredith grin and shook his sectarian metal and water up at the window. "Rrrrr-rrr?" "We're so glad you could--" The lad's parents at the door. But immediately came a polite voice from upstairs: "Mr. Baxter?" "Well, no," Dory began, "not Mr. Baxter, you see--" "You will have no words with the foul," the priest frowned an apology at the missus, "with the, uh, dweller." The tiring battle of wills. After a rabbit punch to the heart, the priest left the room and Dory spoke his piece: "Stanley I'm impressed. I mean there's no substitute for class time, but I'm not going to flunk you. Very frankly I'm astonished at the work you've done in latin to say nothing of those older languages--" There was a hand on his arm: Doctor Lloyd nodded awake; Dory shook it off and the minister went to fetch the priest. "Now boy I'm not a conventionally religious person, but as your teacher, and working within the ground rules |
