The Garden of MartyrsA Catholic parish is torn apart when two of its members are accused of murder The year 1806 is not a good time to be Catholic in Boston. When a man is brutally killed on the Boston Post Road, two unsuspecting Irishmen are charged with the crime. For five months they rot in prison, denied a lawyer until just two days before the hearing. It is a mockery of justice—a one-day trial that results in a unanimous verdict: The Irishmen will be hanged, dissected, and dismembered. Comforting them falls to Father Cheverus, a French émigré struggling to adapt to life in the New World. It is his duty to help the condemned find peace, but any overture he makes to the prisoners will be met with an anti-Catholic backlash that could destroy his fledgling congregation. As he walks a fraught path, the priest must decide: Is his obligation to his flock, or to God? |
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... began to cough . Her shoulders lurched , her large bosom heaving . This soon led to a paroxysm of coughing that made the color blaze in her plump cheeks while the rest of her face was transformed to a deathly pallor . She picked up the ...
... began to cough . Her shoulders lurched , her large bosom heaving . This soon led to a paroxysm of coughing that made the color blaze in her plump cheeks while the rest of her face was transformed to a deathly pallor . She picked up the ...
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... began rubbing her back . " Are you all right , mam ? ” she asked tenderly . “ Did you have another fit ? ” " Aye . A wee small one . I'm fine now , love . " From a stone jug on the tray , she poured some saffron - colored liquid into ...
... began rubbing her back . " Are you all right , mam ? ” she asked tenderly . “ Did you have another fit ? ” " Aye . A wee small one . I'm fine now , love . " From a stone jug on the tray , she poured some saffron - colored liquid into ...
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... began , “ I'm afraid the Church really can't get involved in legal disputes of this nature . " " In Ireland when we had a problem with the law , we'd go to Father Morin . " " This is not Ireland , Rose . The Church and State are ...
... began , “ I'm afraid the Church really can't get involved in legal disputes of this nature . " " In Ireland when we had a problem with the law , we'd go to Father Morin . " " This is not Ireland , Rose . The Church and State are ...
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... began moving north toward the center of town . Halligan glanced around . The early spring day loomed cloudy , with a light rain falling out of a tattered gray sky . The air hung chilly , smelling of wood smoke and ash and of the earth ...
... began moving north toward the center of town . Halligan glanced around . The early spring day loomed cloudy , with a light rain falling out of a tattered gray sky . The air hung chilly , smelling of wood smoke and ash and of the earth ...
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... began , “ is the government ready to proceed ? ” The assistant prosecutor stood . " We are , your honor , " he replied . " Where is Mr. Sullivan ? " " He's not here , your honor . " “ I can see that , ” the judge scoffed . “ Does he ...
... began , “ is the government ready to proceed ? ” The assistant prosecutor stood . " We are , your honor , " he replied . " Where is Mr. Sullivan ? " " He's not here , your honor . " “ I can see that , ” the judge scoffed . “ Does he ...
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