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Monday, 14 January 2013

The Verger

THE VERGER (by W. Somerset Maugham) There had been a christening that afternoon at St. cocksuckers, Neville Square, and Albert Edward Foreman understood wore his vergers gown. He kept his overbold one, its folds as full and stiff though it were made non of alpaca but of perennial bronze, for funerals and weddings (St. Peters, Neville Square, was a church service much favoured by the fashion equal for these ceremonies) and now he wore plainly his second-best. He wore it with complacence for it was the dignified symbol of his falseice, and without it (when he took it off to go home) he had the disconcerting sensation of being slenderly insufficiently clad. He took pains with it; he pressed it and iron out it himself. During the sixteen years he had been verger of this church he had had a succession of such gowns, but he had never been able to throw them out when they were worn out and the complete series, neatly wrapped up in brown paper, lay in the bottom drawers of the wardrobe in his bedroom. The verger busied himself quietly, replacing the varicoloured wooden cover on the marble font, taking away a chair that had been brought for an infirm old lady, and waited for the vicar to have blameless in the vestry so that he could tidy up in there and go home.
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Presently he see him walk across the chancel, genuflect in front of the amply altar and come down the aisle; but he still wore his cassock. Whats he anging about for? the verger said to himself Dont e grapple I call for my tea? The vicar had been but recently appointed, a red-faced energetic man in the early forties, and Albert Edward still regretted his predecessor, a clergyman of the old school who preached leisurely sermons in a silvery voice and dined out a peachy deal with his more aristocratic parishioners. He liked things in church to be just so, but he never fussed; he was not like this new man who cute to have his finger in every pie. But Albert Edward was tolerant. St. Peters was in a very good neighbourhood and the parishioners... If you want to get a full essay, order it on our website: Ordercustompaper.com

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