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She had been wrong in thinking Christ had been called up against his will to fight in a war. He didn’t look – in spite of the crown of thorns – like someone making a sacrifice. Or even like someone determined to “do his bit”. He looked instead like Marjorie had looked telling Polly she’d joined the Nursing Service, like Mr Humphreys had looked filling buckets with water and sand to save Saint Paul’s, like Miss Laburnum had looked that day she came to Townsend Brothers with the coats. He looked like Captain Faulknor must have looked, lashing the ships together. Like Ernest Shackleton, setting out in that tiny boat across icy seas. Like Colin helping Mr Dunworthy across the wreckage.He looked … contented. As if he was where he wanted to be, doing what he wanted
