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Almost simultaneously the heavy oak door received and withstood the impact of his flying body; a desperate clawing at the latch, the spasmodic squeak of rusty hinges, a resounding slam, the jar of a bolt being shot into place, and Zachariah vociferously at prayer in a sanctuary behind the kitchen stove.
A moment afterwards he tapped again twice; the lock was turned, and he was admitted. Zachariah found himself in a spacious kind of loft. There was a table running down the middle, and round it were seated about a dozen men, most of whom were smoking and drinking beer. They welcomed the Major with rappings, and he moved towards the empty chair at the head of the board.
A disagreeable-looking man with a big round nose, small red eyes, unshaven face, and slightly unsteady voice, rose, laid down his pipe, and beckoned to Zachariah, who advanced towards him. The Secretary for he it was produced a memorandum-book, and began with a stutter: "In the sacred name of " "Stop!" cried Zachariah, "I don't swear."
Zachariah could not listen any longer, but went home, and all night long a continuous series of fearful images passed before his eyes condemned cells, ropes, gallows and the actual fall of the victim, down to the contortion of his muscles. He made up his mind on the following day that he would see Caillaud before he died, and he told his wife he was going.
So that I really do not know who it is I should love as myself." "Your neighbour!" the disciple Matthew, who was sitting by him at table, informed him. "That is all right, my friend, if only I knew who was my neighbour! I run up against all sorts of people in the day, and if one of them trips me up, he is my neighbour for the time being. At this moment I have two neighbours, you and Zachariah.
It may be questioned, indeed, whether any religious body has ever stood so distinctly upon the understanding and has used its intellect with such rigorous activity, as the Puritans, from whom Zachariah was a genuine descendant.
His foe, too, seemed to have no desire for any further display of his powers, and retired smilingly, edging his way to the pavement, where he found poor Zachariah almost helpless. "Holloa, my republican friend, d -n it, that's a nasty lick you've got, and from one of the people too; that makes it harder to bear, eh? Never mind, he's worse off than you are."
Coleman gaily if she would like to see the fete. "Really, I hardly know what to say. I suppose" and this was said with a peculiar acidity "there is nothing wrong in it? Zachariah, my dear, would you like to go?" Zachariah did not reply. His thoughts were elsewhere. But at last the spirit moved in him: "Miss Pauline, your Supreme Being won't help you very far.
Presently, the sexton, who was shovelling out the mould, paused in his task; and the old woman, in a hoarse voice, which seemed familiar to the listener, said, "What hast found, Zachariah?" "That which yo lack, mother," replied the sexton, "a mazzard wi' aw th' teeth in't." "Pluck out eight, and give them me," replied the hag.
She coloured just a trifle, but made no reply further than to invite all the company to have supper. Zachariah was somewhat surprised. He did not know what sort of a supper it could be; but he was silent. She asked Pauline to take off her bonnet, and then proceeded to lay the cloth.
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