nothing about that unfortunate little contretemps 
of the Countess :  and I hope to see you again some 
time, and I will go on with the story of my life.  Au 
revoir, then, and farewell !  The Lord bless you, and 
keep you :  the Lord lift up the light of his counte-
nance upon you and give you peace :  both now 
and for evermore, Amen ! 
He made the sign of the Cross, spat in my left 
eye, and spunked in my right ;  then ushered me to 
the door with courtly politeness.  At the gate he 
impressed a loving kiss upon my arsehole, and 
gave a final but business-like frig to my weary 
yard. 
I passed out :  the great Churchman was but a 
memory in my life. 
 
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