There was a large crowd, sensed rather than seen, sitting or standing around on the warm, pleasant grass, and waiting contentedly enough for the bishop to begin speaking. Jon and Elsie scuffed noisily through the paper bags that littered the turf, moving in closer in order to obtain a better view of the dais under white electric light. Behind the platform and to the right of it, a truck was being unloaded of loudspeaker equipment that two men were carrying up to the dais. There were red and blue drapings, an illuminated crucifix and a microphone. After some time the workmen departed, leaving only the empty stage, a strident little pool of light thrown up by the blackness of the mango-trees along the fence. Suddenly there was a movement in the groups of people in front of them, and by straining on tiptoe Elsie and Jon could just catch a glimpse of lamplight on metal as a black sedan curved in across the oval. A priest, dumpy and pale, mounted the five steps to the platform where he was greeted by a few awkward clappings and a wave of shushings that passed from group to group.
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