I tried to put him out of my head; and when I couldn't do that, I tried to think of him as evil--as something that the Lord who was loving me hated, and which I might hate too.

But it wouldn't do.

I broke down; I believe Christ Himself broke me down.

And when the Doctor gave me the bread and wine, and leant over me praying, I prayed for poor Flashman, as if it had been you or Arthur." East buried his face in his hands on the table.

Tom could feel the table tremble.