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Few coaches were abroad, for riders in coaches were liable to be

suspected, and gentility hid its head in red nightcaps, and put

on heavy shoes, and trudged. But, the theatres were all well

filled, and the people poured cheerfully out as he passed, and

went chatting home. At one of the theatre doors, there was a

little girl with a mother, looking for a way across the street

through the mud. He carried the child over, and before the timid

arm was loosed from his neck asked her for a kiss.

"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."

Now, that the streets were quiet, and the night wore on, the

words were in the echoes of his feet, and were in the air.

Perfectly calm and steady, he sometimes repeated them to himself

as he walked; but, he heard them always.