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* * * * *
The school hill lay before my eyes again. From it spread on all sides
the wonderful Connecticut valley. Up and down the paths to the dining
hall, the buildings in which classes were held, the Chapel crowning the
topmost crest, wandered groups of boys in their absurd, postage-stamp
caps, their peg-top trousers, their wide, floppy raglan coats.
I was a senior now. At first my change in bodily build and bettered
health rendered me hardly recognisable to my friends.
The very first day I reached Hebron again I was out on the wide, oval
field, lacing around the track. In a month would come the big track-meet
and I was determined this time, to win enough points to earn me my "H."
* * * * *
Principal Stanton sent for me, the second day after my arrival.
"I wanted to have a long talk with you before you got settled, Gregory."
His steely, blue eyes gleamed through his gold-rimmed eyeglasses.
"Sit down."
And we had a talk lasting over an hour ... about religion mainly. He was
surprised to learn that I knew a lot about the early Church fathers, had
read Newman, and understood the Oxford controversy ... had read many of
the early English divines....
"Gregory," he cried, putting his hand on my knee, "what a power for God
you would be, if you would only give over your eccentricities and
become a Christian .
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