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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... head for his tiny body, and brooding, chestnut-colored eyes. His nose was long and thin, his small mouth usually pursed in an attitude of vaguely recalled regret. His once soft, delicate hands, now roughened from ceaseless physical ...
... head for his tiny body, and brooding, chestnut-colored eyes. His nose was long and thin, his small mouth usually pursed in an attitude of vaguely recalled regret. His once soft, delicate hands, now roughened from ceaseless physical ...
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... head bowed , the curve of her long , swan - like neck , the shapely hands holding her cross - the same one he now wore . A woman of delicate , fragile beauty . Maman , he whispered to her . Oui , mon petit chérubin .... " Should I call ...
... head bowed , the curve of her long , swan - like neck , the shapely hands holding her cross - the same one he now wore . A woman of delicate , fragile beauty . Maman , he whispered to her . Oui , mon petit chérubin .... " Should I call ...
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... head. That's when he heard the voices below. They grew louder. When he could no longer ignore them, he got up, threw on his robe, and went downstairs. “Go back to bed, Father,” Yvette insisted in French. “What is the matter?” he snapped ...
... head. That's when he heard the voices below. They grew louder. When he could no longer ignore them, he got up, threw on his robe, and went downstairs. “Go back to bed, Father,” Yvette insisted in French. “What is the matter?” he snapped ...
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... head down , nervously fingering his woolen workcap in his large hands . His greatcoat was soaked and his boots covered with mud . The rain had matted his thinning gray hair to his skull , and water dribbled down the lines in his face ...
... head down , nervously fingering his woolen workcap in his large hands . His greatcoat was soaked and his boots covered with mud . The rain had matted his thinning gray hair to his skull , and water dribbled down the lines in his face ...
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... head , like a boil to which a heated knife had been placed . Lying in bed day and night with nothing to do but think . He couldn't say exactly what caused it , though he was convinced the letters sitting in his drawer had something to ...
... head , like a boil to which a heated knife had been placed . Lying in bed day and night with nothing to do but think . He couldn't say exactly what caused it , though he was convinced the letters sitting in his drawer had something to ...
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