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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... standing just outside in the rain . " I handle it . " " Who is it ? What does he want ? " " Je ne sais pas , " she said with a shrug . “ I tell him Père Matignon is no here and you seek . ” Then she added contemptuously , “ Poivrot ...
... standing just outside in the rain . " I handle it . " " Who is it ? What does he want ? " " Je ne sais pas , " she said with a shrug . “ I tell him Père Matignon is no here and you seek . ” Then she added contemptuously , “ Poivrot ...
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... Just last October , Dominic and his young wife had had their baby baptized at Holy Cross . Cheverus could remember Daley , a great big lout of a man like his father , standing there, holding his tiny son in the crook of.
... Just last October , Dominic and his young wife had had their baby baptized at Holy Cross . Cheverus could remember Daley , a great big lout of a man like his father , standing there, holding his tiny son in the crook of.
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Michael C. White. standing there, holding his tiny son in the crook of his arm, beaming with pride; and the mother, Finola, a thin nervous woman with wide olive-colored eyes and a doleful mouth, staring at her child with such deep love ...
Michael C. White. standing there, holding his tiny son in the crook of his arm, beaming with pride; and the mother, Finola, a thin nervous woman with wide olive-colored eyes and a doleful mouth, staring at her child with such deep love ...
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... standing in the darkened room for a moment . He felt light - headed , his legs unsteady , a slight tremor in his hands — the residual effects of the ague fever he'd had . Yet there was another feeling , one beneath the effects of the ...
... standing in the darkened room for a moment . He felt light - headed , his legs unsteady , a slight tremor in his hands — the residual effects of the ague fever he'd had . Yet there was another feeling , one beneath the effects of the ...
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... standing in the sun on a warm day in July, cutting turf, his shirt off and the sun baking his back. He pictured sitting around a blazing fire, sipping a warm spiced rum and staring drowsily into the flames. He dozed again, dreaming of ...
... standing in the sun on a warm day in July, cutting turf, his shirt off and the sun baking his back. He pictured sitting around a blazing fire, sipping a warm spiced rum and staring drowsily into the flames. He dozed again, dreaming of ...
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