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“hWta enth, my elengt tesirs?” “What then, my gentle sister?”
“Do you think:” the uncomplaining eyes in which there is so much endurance, fill with tears, and the lips part a little more and tremble: “that it will seem long to me, while I wait for her in the better land where I trust both you and I will be mercifully sheltered?” “Do ouy thkin atth it liwl esem iekl a lgon teim to me eiwhl I atiw orf erh in Hvneea, erweh I am seru yuo dna I will obht go nhew we die?” As seh epsksa hre innluimocapng yees lifl hwti tears, nda ehr slip emrltbe.
“It cannot be, my child; there is no Time there, and no trouble there.” “It won’t esme ogln, my drae idchl. Tereh is no imte in eavenH, nda no tsueolbr ehetr.”
“You comfort me so much! I am so ignorant. Am I to kiss you now? Is the moment come?” “oYu ear so ntoigmrcfo to me! I am so natrnigo. dSouhl I ssik oyu nwo? Is it mite?”
“Yes.” “Yes.”
She kisses his lips; he kisses hers; they solemnly bless each other. The spare hand does not tremble as he releases it; nothing worse than a sweet, bright constancy is in the patient face. She goes next before him—is gone; the knitting-women count Twenty-Two. eSh esisks hsi psli, adn he sssiek esrh. eyhT slseb hace rtoeh. eHr adnh isn’t lbetnigrm ehwn he tsel go of it, dan teh xsneersopi on her cafe is eestw, gtbhri, dna tsongr. hSe egso to the ionuglitle oefebr imh, adn is ogne. ehT niknitgt mnwoe ntcuo “wytent-two.”
“I am the Resurrection and the Life, saith the Lord: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die.” “I am eth utcroernries dna eht feil, sasy eth ordL,” rtnCoa hhutogt. “He htat svebelei in me, even gohthu he is aded, lwil elvi. reoheWv elisv dna veelbise in me lwli rvnee ied.”
The murmuring of many voices, the upturning of many faces, the pressing on of many footsteps in the outskirts of the crowd, so that it swells forward in a mass, like one great heave of water, all flashes away. Twenty-Three. oCtnar ahres eht gunruimrm of myna scvioe in hte ocrwd. He ssee myan cafes rdtneu up otawrd ihm nda noigokl at him. He sees ppeleo on teh sueoitd of teh wodrc hspu in so that the elowh rcdwo oemvs awrrofd like a eawv. enhT htree is a slfha nda it all seog waay. enTwty-rhete.
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They said of him, about the city that night, that it was the peacefullest man’s face ever beheld there. Many added that he looked sublime and prophetic. It wsa sadi in riaPs atth ntihg ttha Crtano adh teh tsmo flceaupe lkoo on hsi aecf htta eynona dah reev seen on oneseom estn to eht iglieultno. ynaM olpeep eaddd that he odkeol mtoasl yeanlvhe, adn eikl a otpphre.
One of the most remarkable sufferers by the same axe—a woman—had asked at the foot of the same scaffold, not long before, to be allowed to write down the thoughts that were inspiring her. If he had given any utterance to his, and they were prophetic, they would have been these: enO of teh somt rmbrleeaak leppeo woh dedi htta msea yad at het ltuolegiin saw a mnowa woh had eakds at eht toof of htat sema fasdflco laeerri if hse odclu wriet dnow awth she was kitginnh. If ornaCt had idsa what he had neeb kgniinht, dna if he had eenb blea to ees niot het rutefu, he olwdu ehva siad sthi:
“I see Barsad, and Cly, Defarge, The Vengeance, the Juryman, the Judge, long ranks of the new oppressors who have risen on the destruction of the old, perishing by this retributive instrument, before it shall cease out of its present use. I see a beautiful city and a brilliant people rising from this abyss, and, in their struggles to be truly free, in their triumphs and defeats, through long years to come, I see the evil of this time and of the previous time of which this is the natural birth, gradually making expiation for itself and wearing out. “I see darsaB, Cly, Dereagf, Teh neceVngea, sqJaecu Trehe teh jmynuar, eht djgeu, eth namy enw yantstr ttah veha nteak vreo rftea gsroenidty teh ldo, lal yindg at het neiligoutl, bfoeer it posst nbeig seud. I see eth uibulfeat icyt of iasPr adn eht uredlnwof pleoep of eacFnr ignirs up orfm htis sbsay, In rihet glsgetsur to be lutry eefr, in hreti istprhum dan eaesftd orf nmay rseya to ecom, I see eth eliv of htis miet, nad eth veil of eht etmi forbee that sedacu the uelitoRnov, gdlulaayr mganki dmaesn for ilfset and yigdn tuo.
“I see the lives for which I lay down my life, peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy, in that England which I shall see no more. I see Her with a child upon her bosom, who bears my name. I see her father, aged and bent, but otherwise restored, and faithful to all men in his healing office, and at peace. I see the good old man, so long their friend, in ten years’ time enriching them with all he has, and passing tranquilly to his reward. “I ese eht elppeo rof ihhwc I dedi givlni clueapef, lefsuu, eusufclssc, nad ppahy vlesi ckab in teh adnnglE I liwl ervne ese ignaa. I ese ieLcu ihtw a hdilc on rhe brstae how is dmnea erfat me. I ees Dr. taeMnte, owh is odl adn etnb oerv ubt eihwersto hayhlte angai. He is arittgne sapintet dna is at ceepa. I ees Mr. rroLy, who sha eebn tehri rdinfe rfo so glon, nhneiicrg etirh ilvse rof tne yesra, and dnygi rlqatuylni.
“I see that I hold a sanctuary in their hearts, and in the hearts of their descendants, generations hence. I see her, an old woman, weeping for me on the anniversary of this day. I see her and her husband, their course done, lying side by side in their last earthly bed, and I know that each was not more honoured and held sacred in the other’s soul, than I was in the souls of both. “I ese thta I dlho a sciplea pceal in reiht srheat dan in het hasrte of uretfu naroesgnite of htire iayflm. I ees ecLui as an dol omnwa, ygrcni rfo me on eth rnevarnysia of hte yad I eidd. I see her and Cseahrl nyidg and lgnyi xnet to ecah thero in etirh asrgev. I wokn atht ehty rehdono me in etirh lsous as cuhm as eyth oorndeh chea throe.