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"At least they get joy there that makes toil easier or offsets the grind," I answered her. "Is that your final " she was asking me with her deep, wise old eyes searching me, when she was interrupted by the banging open of my door and the inburst of young Charlotte, young James as ever at her heels, with Sue clinging to his hand.
He will understand what a believer the man born blind must have become, yea, how the mighty inburst of splendour might render him so capable of believing that nothing should be too grand and good for him to believe thereafter not even the doctrine hardest to commonplace humanity, though the most natural and reasonable to those who have beheld it that the God of the light is a faithful, loving, upright, honest, and self-denying being, yea utterly devoted to the uttermost good of those whom he has made.
It is not surprising that the records of such a marvel, grounded upon the testimony of men and women bewildered first with grief, and next all but distracted with the sudden inburst of a gladness too great for that equanimity which is indispensable to perfect observation, should not altogether correspond in the minutiae of detail.
I had always looked on the Moat as my refuge at the last; now it seemed the only desirable thing a lonely nook, in which to lie down and end the dream there begun either, as it now seemed, in an eternal sleep, or the inburst of a dreary light. After the last refuge it could afford me it must pass from my hold; but I was yet able to determine whither. I rose and went to Marston.
But ere the fastenings had yielded, once more I heard the sweet odour-like music of the distant organ. The same moment the door opened, but I could see nothing for some time for the mighty inburst of a lovely light.
Again we have Mark's favourite 'straightway, so frequent in the beginning of the Gospel, and occurring twice here, vividly painting both the sudden inburst of the crowd which Interrupted Christ's words and broke the holy silence of the garden, and Judas's swift kiss.
About three o'clock of the afternoon, the peace of the first classe safely established, as it seemed, under the serene sway of Madame Beck, who, in propria persona was giving one of her orderly and useful lessons this peace, I say, suffered a sudden fracture by the wild inburst of a paletot. Nobody at the moment was quieter than myself. What was the matter?
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