Excerpt from The Waters of Chastisement In the Vicarage, tea was finished. The Reverend Aloysius Penn, a tall, lean man whose clothes seemed to hang on him, had gone to the disused stables to feed his numerous rabbits, bred for their pelts. A kindly but colourless man, in whom ambition had long been dead, he murmured to himself as he dealt out handfuls of grass-cuttings, pushing the food int…