The young priest spoke the single line with pain in his voice.

As they went, the priest spoke about the grounds of faith.

The pictures passed, and again the priest, my guide, spoke to me.

Too few priests speak Spanish and so "the faith hasn't been given over" to the young, he said.

They are unlike any words I have ever heard a priest speak.

The priest leaned forward and spoke into the man's ear.

Almost as though he could read minds, the high priest spoke again.

From the sidewalk the priest would speak to the women through the bars on the window.

Again, the mayor did not like the way the priest spoke.

Once they were in front of the little pavilion, the priest finally spoke.