john's-paul's

Updated: July 23, 2026

The place was sneering, self-satisfied, contemptuous, inhuman, like some cynical, debased speculator making a sure profit out of the innocent weaknesses of human nature. As she turned and looked she could see the whole ugly town with the spire of St. John's-Paul's church, raised self-righteously above it. The town was like a prison hemmed in by the dark woods and the oily sea.

Sir Hugh Walpole - The Captives