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XVI

           

           “Andthestovewarn’thers,”saidthelank-hairedman,onthedefensive.

           Mr.Milesturnedawayfromthemandmovedafewstepsapart.Hehaddrawnabookfromhispocket,andafterapauseheopeneditandbegantoread,holdingthebookatarm’slengthandlowdown,sothatthepagescaughtthefeeblelight.Charityhadremainedonherkneesbythemattress:nowthathermother’sfacewascovereditwaseasiertostaynearher,andavoidthesightofthelivingfaceswhichtoohorriblyshowedbywhatstageshershadlapsedintodeath.

           “IamtheResurrectionandtheLife,”Mr.Milesbegan;“hethatbelievethinme,thoughheweredead,yetshallhelive....Thoughaftermyskinwormsdestroymybody,yetinmyfleshshallIseeGod....”

           INMYFLESHSHALLISEEGOD!Charitythoughtofthegapingmouthandstonyeyesunderthehandkerchief,andoftheglisteninglegoverwhichshehaddrawnthestocking....

           “Webroughtnothingintothisworldandweshalltakenothingoutofit——”

           Therewasasuddenmutteringandascuffleatthebackofthegroup.“Ibroughtthestove,”saidtheelderlymanwithlankhair,pushinghiswaybetweentheothers.“Iwen’downtoCreston’nboughtit...n’Igotarighttotakeitouterhere...n’I’lllickanyfellersaysIain’t....”

           “Sitdown,damnyou!”shoutedthetallyouthwhohadbeendrowsingonthebenchagainstthewall.

           “Formanwalkethinavainshadow,anddisquietethhimselfinvain;heheapethuprichesandcannottellwhoshallgatherthem....

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