Father Brown is summoned by prisoner Katherine Corven, convicted of killing her husband, who admits that she is planning to murder her lover Raymond Worrall. However he is unable to tell anybody because of the seal of the confession. Thus, when Raymond is found shot dead after a visit from...
“You’re a rum sort of cloak-room clerk,” said the other. “I am a priest, Monsieur Flambeau,” said Brown, “and I am ready to hear your confession.” The other stood gasping for a few moments, and then staggered back into a chair. 更多全部 ...
“Never mind; one can sometimes do good by being the right person in the wrong place.” Father Brown, though commonly a silent, was an oddly sympathetic little man, and in those few but endless hours he unconsciously sank deeper into the secrets of Reed House than his professional friend....
There was the same kind of charm about her too slender form, her faintly colored face and light-brown hair, that modern poets find in mediaeval statuettes; and a sweet expression, a look of Christian resignation in the dark gray eyes. She was pretty by force of contrast; if she had ...
Fr. Raymond Brown points out that over the long history since, the problem has been not the absence of this prayer from the old manuscripts, but rather the failure to incorporate forgiveness into the heart. Ever since Jesus’s utterance, and Stephen’s and James’ – all martyrs try to ...
the Order. He saved my life. Later, when I also became a Brown Brother, I learned it was the practice in those days to take a bus to a large city with only $100 to start a mission. His faith, advice, and courage inspired me and we continued to stay in touch over the years ...
My sense of English identity has been forged in part through the furnace of racism. Like any brown kid growing up in seventies/eighties Britain, racism – whether on the playground or the adult world – was something we had to deal with. My parents didn’t give me much direction on how...
My sense of English identity has been forged in part through the furnace of racism. Like any brown kid growing up in seventies/eighties Britain, racism – whether on the playground or the adult world – was something we had to deal with. My parents didn’t give me much direction on how...
Her house (known in the neighborhood as the Maison Vauquer) receives men and women, old and young, and no word has ever been breathed against her pespectable establishment; but, at the same time, it must be said that as a matter of fact no young woman has been under her roof for ...
“Yep. Ilse told me. But look here, Emily, I’ve thought of something. Lofty John wouldn’t dare cut down that bush if the priest told him not to, would he?”“Why?”“Because the Catholics have to do just what their priests tell them to, haven’t they?”...