Your way out of an apocalypse.

Your way out of an apocalypse.

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I am Master Sparrow, the minister that came in the Southampton," my new acquaintance explained. "I am to sit in the choir. Let us pass, good fellow." The sexton squared himself before the narrow opening, and swelled with importance. "You, reverend sir, I will admit, such being my duty. But this gentleman is no preacher; I may not allow him to pass." "You mistake, friend," said my companion gravely. "This gen- tleman, my worthy colleague, has but just come from the island of St. Brandon, where he preaches on the witches' Sabbath: hence the disorder of his apparel. His admittance be on my head: wherefore let us by." "None to enter at the west door save Councilors, command- er, and ministers. Any attempting to force an entrance to be ar- rested and laid by the heels if they be of the generality, or, if they be of quality, to be duly fined and debarred from the pur- chase of any maid whatsoever," chanted the sexton. "Then, in God's name, let's on!" I exclaimed "Here, try this!" and I drew from my purse, which was something of the leanest, a shilling. "Try this," quoth Master Jeremy Sparrow, and knocked the sexton down. We left the fellow sprawling in the doorway, sputtering threats to the air without, but with one covetous hand clutch- ing at the shilling which I threw behind me, and entered the church, which we found yet empty, though through the open great door we heard the drum beat loudly and a deepening sound of footsteps. "I have choice of position," I said. "Yonder window seems a good station. You remain here in the choir?" "Ay," he answered, with a sigh; "the dignity of my calling must be upheld: wherefore I sit in high places, rubbing elbows with gold lace, when of the very truth the humility of my spirit is such that I would feel more at home in the servants' seats or among the negars that we bought last year." Had we not been in church I would have laughed, though in- deed I saw that he devoutly believed his own words. He took his seat in the largest and finest of the chairs behind the great velvet one reserved for the Governor, while I went and leaned against my window, and we stared at each other across the