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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.

"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."

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.

*****

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.