As Brother Rafael was peeling turnips, his mooddarkenedalongwith the skyoutside the window. The weather had been cold and gloomy since hisearlyrisingthatDecemberday, andbyafternoon his hands and feet were chilled to the bone. “The time is passing so slowly,” he thought with a heavy sigh. “And so is this cold knife in my frozen hands.” 5
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