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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

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flashes away. Twenty-Three.

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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.

One of the most remarkable sufferers by the same axea

womanhad 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:

“I see Barsad, and Cly, Defarge, The Vengeance, the Jurymen,

the Judge, long ranks of the new oppressors who have risen on the

destruction of the old, perishing by this retributive instrument,