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Show 116 impotent in his power to persuade men. He wanted men like John Lathrop on his side. They were the proven fabric of Christianity as much as they were the wrinkles that rechart the destiny of nations. Would that they would willingly give their strength to England. He wanted not only an orthodox clergy, but a spiritually minded clergy. Lathrop's genuine and reverential plea for religious freedom in his letter to the King, nomatter how abhorrent to Laud, was evidence that Lathrop was as spiritually minded as he was unorthodox. In spite of himself, Laud was touched by the fervor of Lathrop. Could he ever convince such a man to once again set his heart on Anglicanism? When the door opened and Tomlinson entered, Laud resumed his former composure. "Tomlinson, no doubt his family will try to sneak him a Bible..;." Laud was unable to complete his sentence before Tomlinson interrupted. "Leave it to me," the evil smile returned to the lips of Tomlinson as he pondered the prospect of bringing more suffering on the head of Lathrop. "See that he gets it," was the charge from Laud. "The cells are dark. If he requests a candle, see that he gets that too." "But your Grace? Tomlinson was acutely disappointed. "That will be all, Tomlinson." |