prayerlessly

Updated: July 27, 2026

But I became firmly conscious that the presence was reclining there. Next night I was able to travel on third class from Johannesburg without missing my train's connection. I lay down somewhat prayerlessly. The last light seemed to have not long faded on the white mine-banks. I woke in the chill of the dawn. The train was nearing Mafeking.

Arthur Shearly Cripps - Cinderella in the South: Twenty-Five South African Tales