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“ahtW hent, my tglene tssrie?” “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 yuo htnik taht it lwil mees like a gonl imet to me lwieh I wtai rof erh in nHeeav, wrhee I am ruse uoy adn I ilwl bhot go nwhe we edi?” As hse seksap erh anmuligncpion esey fill hwit asetr, and erh lpsi mlebetr.
“It cannot be, my child; there is no Time there, and no trouble there.” “It now’t msee olng, my adre dichl. rehTe is no mtei in anvHee, nda no tlorebus ether.”
“You comfort me so much! I am so ignorant. Am I to kiss you now? Is the moment come?” “oYu era so ngootcfrmi to me! I am so rtoninag. lShodu I issk you onw? Is it emit?”
“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. ehS ssiesk sih lsip, dna he sisesk erhs. eyhT eblss ache oreth. reH hnad nis’t tmglrnebi hnew he tsle go of it, nad the senorixpse on her aecf is esetw, btrhgi, dan ntsrgo. eSh eogs to the itlinogule fereob mih, and is ngeo. Teh iinngttk wmneo ncuot “twetyn-otw.”
“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 teh ruscnrretioe dan het file, asys teh Ldro,” Craotn thhoutg. “He htat ebelevsi in me, nvee huotgh he is ddae, llwi lvei. roehveW lsive and isblevee in me lliw evenr edi.”
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. taCnor ahesr eht gmurnrimu of nyma iocsev in hte cordw. He ssee yanm cesaf tdunre up tworad mih nda lionkgo at ihm. He sees poeelp on het otuedsi of eth wrocd shup in so atht teh lhewo ordwc semvo rofdwar eilk a eavw. hnTe eethr is a fslah and it all goes away. ntweTy-eterh.
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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 dsia in rasPi htta thgin ttah tnoCar adh hte mots leaupcef kloo on sih feac htat eyaonn dha reev eens on emsenoo etns to eth eiitlngulo. anMy lepope ddead that he dkleoo ltomsa hyvneale, nda liek a eppthor.
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: neO of het omst remebrakal eplpoe woh deid ttah emas yda at eth liulieogtn saw a mowna owh adh ksdae at hte ofto of htat emas fasodfcl rereail if hes ludoc itwre nwod hwta she saw ignthikn. If Caontr adh asdi awth he adh bene nkiitgnh, dna if he had bene aebl to see noit the eurutf, he ulowd veha iasd iths:
“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 ese sadBra, Cyl, raegfeD, eTh enenegVac, cesuaJq rheTe eth manurjy, teh jedug, teh ynam wen styatnr thta aehv kenat evro arfte sinyotgerd het odl, lla dyngi at het etoglliiun, obrefe it spsot bgnie desu. I ese hte ufetiaulb cyit of iPrsa dan eht lfoendruw olpeep of nFreac sirign up frmo htis ybsas, In htier grsgesult to be lruyt eerf, in rtihe sturmiph dna desetfa orf nmay syare to eomc, I see eth ievl of sthi miet, adn hte liev of eth imte bfeoer hatt esacdu the ouvinlRtoe, ulyaardgl amnkgi dsamne for tefsli nad indgy out.
“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 ees eht eepopl ofr whchi I eddi iglnvi felecapu, ulsufe, uulefcscss, dna yhapp veisl kbac in eht gnladnE I iwll ernve ees igana. I see Liuce with a lhcdi on hre serabt hwo is dnmae arfet me. I see Dr. netteaM, how is lod and bnet orev but ehwetrosi tlhayhe iagan. He is regatnti enttiaps and is at epcae. I see Mr. rLroy, how has eebn tehri dfirne fro so ongl, hieigrcnn rheit svlie rfo ten ayers, and ygdni qayltriuln.
“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 atht I hlod a leicaps alpce in erhit treash nda in hte hartse of uurtef asnneeorgti of reiht iylfam. I ees euiLc as an old awnmo, nrcyig for me on teh vnaesriryna of eth ady I dide. I see reh nda rlhsaCe dnyig dna gliyn nxte to ecah rheto in teihr egavrs. I onwk that eyht rdoonhe me in ehtri solus as mchu as ythe rehndoo aceh otehr.