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Next morning David Rossi arrived early.
"Now we must get to work in earnest," said Roma. "I think I see my way at last."
It was not John the beloved disciple, John who lay in the bosom of his Lord. It was Peter, the devoted, stalwart, brave individual, human, erring but glorious Peter. "Thou art Peter, and on this rock I build my church."
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