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` God help me ! I know nothing -- can but pray . ' IT was Father Concha 's custom to attend , at his church between the hours of nine and ten in the morning , to such wants spiritual or temporal as individual members of his flock chose to bring to him . Thus it usually happened that the faithful found the old priest at nine o'clock sunning himself at the front door of the sacred edifice , smoking a reflective cigarette and exchanging the time of day with passers-by or such as had leisure to pause a moment . ` Whether it is body or soul that is in trouble -- come to me , ' he would say . ` For the body I can do a little -- a very little . I have twenty pounds a year , and it is not always paid to me , but I sometimes have a trifle for charity .