Father Michael reached the road and helped the boy over the stone fence there.

Father Michael and the boy began walking toward the trees below the meadow.

Father Michael tumbled the boy to the road behind the wall.

Father Michael's voice could be heard from within the hut.

Father Michael shifted position, rubbing his hands in front of him.

Father Michael felt that his own thoughts had betrayed him.

Father Michael sat at the end of the table, the boy standing beside him.

Father Michael stood and turned to look at the jurors.

Father Michael got to his feet, pushing the boy aside.

Father Michael saw resentment in the faces of the men he passed.