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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?”

“It cannot be, my child; there is no Time there, and no trouble

there.”

“You comfort me so much! I am so ignorant. Am I to kiss you

now? Is the moment come?”

“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 himis 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