YOUNG KEVIN REEVEY HAS RUN away from St. Vincent's orphanage in Newfoundland, and when the police bring him back, Brother Peter Lavin, who runs the place, is there waiting. Full of forgiveness, the clergyman brings Kevin into his study and sits the boy on his lap. "You're home now, child," he says, kissing Kevin's cheek, his neck, his bare chest. His passion spilling into parental devotion, he whispers, "Mama loves you." Finally Kevin dares to mutter, "My mother's dead and always will be. You're not my mother." Poor little fellow, he must be punished-flogged until his body is one deep bruise-then...
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