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"Even if that is true you mustn't think of me because I belong every bit of me to Abel." He stared at her for a moment in silence. "Then it's true," he said at last under his breath. "It has always been true ever since anything was true." "But you didn't always know it." "I had to grow to it. I believe I have been growing to it forever. Everything has helped me to it even my mistakes."
And where is Jimmy?" asked Abel. "Are they coming?" "They will never come," answered Skipper Ed. Abel and Mrs. Abel understood, for tragedies, in that stern land, are common, and always the people seem steeled to meet them. And so in silence they led the way into the cabin, and in silence they sat, uttering no word, while Skipper Ed related what had happened.
He fairly started at that and then he began looking on all sides of me, as if to find out if I was accompanied. And all of a sudden he plumped me with a question. "Where is Hollins?" he asked. "I'll be bound you know!" "Dead!" I answered him. "Dead, Mr. Meekin! As dead as Phillips, or as Abel Crone.
They spend a vast amount of time and words in trying to prove that the reason why Abel's sacrifice was more excellent than that of Cain, and was accepted by God, was that Abel offered animals, and had an eye to the sacrifice of Christ, while Cain offered only the fruits of the ground, that did not typify or symbolize that sacrifice; a notion for which there is no authority in Scripture.
Heavy steps crossed the cabin floor, and Uncle Shadrach and Big Abel came out bringing the dead man between them. With her hand on the gray coat, Mrs. Ambler walked steadily as she leaned on Betty's shoulder. Once or twice she noticed rocks in the way, and cautioned the negroes to go carefully down the descending grade.
Mary bustled round getting breakfast ready, and singing softly to herself; once she slipped in, bent over Harry and kissed him gently on the lips, and ran out as he stirred. "Why, who's that?" exclaimed Uncle Abel, poking round early and catching a glimpse of Harry through the open door. "It's only Harry, Uncle Abel," said Mary. Uncle Abel peered in again to make sure.
Bernard's words about the pope, he exclaimed, 'Tu quis es primatu Abel, gubernatione Noah, auctoritate Moses, judicatu Samuel, potestate Petrus, unctione Christus. Aliæ ecclesiæ habent super se pastores. Tu pastor pastorum es.
Fanny, he is your own flesh and blood." She spoke with a kind of despairing earnestness, for Hope herself felt how useless every thing would probably be. But when she had ended Alfred broke out into uproarious laughter, "Ho! ho! ho! Ho! ho! ho!" He made such a noise that even his wife looked at him with almost a glance of contempt. "Save Abel Newt!" cried he. "Convert the Devil!
Just now he noted that the volume was affectionately inscribed to her from the author, Moritz Abel. She spoke of him and of the group of young master workmen to which he belonged. Then she read the poem, as they stood together. It was a moment of honor to the poet. Peter had turned pale, and the little room was hushed about them, as if Warsaw were suddenly stilled.
So it has ever been from the days of Cain and Abel. As the Apostle John asks, 'Wherefore slew be him? For a very good reason, 'Because his own works were evil, and his brother's righteous. That is reason enough for killing any prophets and righteous men. It was so in the past, and in modified forms it is so today.
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