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that know tell you," Merlier paused at the door, "the
charity of material benevolence, of gold, will cure
no spiritual sores; for spirit is eternal, but the flesh
is only so much dung." He stopped abruptly,
coughed, as though he had carried his utterance beyond
propriety. "The Nickles," he repeated somberly,
"are worthless; they make trouble in my
parish; with money they make more."
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