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James stared as though he had not understood. "We saw him on the road to Emmaus!" "You too!" exclaimed Peter. "He ate with us in my home," declared Cleopas. He turned to Peter in amazement. "Did you say you have seen him?" "I saw him this morning. After the women told us they had seen a vision at the tomb, John and I went to look for ourselves. They were right! The Master's body was gone.
At the same moment Callia awoke; and seeing Calladon, she sprang up with a cry of joy and kissed him. She was as lovely as the day. 'The mirror tells you the truth now as always, Calladon, said the Master's loving voice for it was he. And he laid his hand upon him, and instantly the deformed shell in which Calladon was clothed fell from him, and he was more beautiful than ever.
He rushed straight upon poor little Whitebird to gobble him up, and as he came he roared: "Thief, thief! who steals my master's treasure? I scorch you with my eye! I burn you with my breath! I swallow you into the furnace of my throat. Gr-r-r-r!" There seemed no chance for Whitebird to escape, the creature was so near.
Also, why he had asked her about it, instead of telling his aunts at once; and why he had treated her in the matter with such astonishing civility. It may be said a servant had no business to think about these things, to criticize her young master's proceedings, or wonder why her mistresses were sad: that she had only to go about her work like an automaton, and take no interest in any thing.
But how sweet to know that all this verifies the Master's words: Ye are not of the world, even as I am not of the world. If ye were of the world, the world would love his own; but because ye are not of the world, but I have chosen you out of the world, therefore the world hateth you.
The homeless wanderer can get shade and shelter from the burning sun and driving storm, and with these is content, for he has long since resigned ambition to those who are willing to continue the hopeless struggle; but the man, on the 8 per cent. treadmill, who has not yet acknowledged defeat, has no way of escape from the glare of the master's eye, except by self-murder or the pauper's grave.
When this doctrine has passed down from the bourgeoisie to the populace, where will this country be? "Madame Grandet, have you done?" asked the old man. "My friend, I am praying for you." "Very good! Good-night; to-morrow morning we will have a talk." The poor woman went to sleep like a schoolboy who, not having learned his lessons, knows he will see his master's angry face on the morrow.
The khitmutgar bent his stately person. "The mem-sahib went in haste," he said, "an hour before midnight. Your servant followed her to the dâk-bungalow to protect her from budmashes, but she dismissed me ere she entered in. Sahib, I could do no more." The man's eyes appealed for one instant, but fell the next before the dumb despair that looked out of his master's.
Peter wondered vaguely why he was sworn at. But he felt that it was not in anger. He still clung to his master's hand. "I've been fifty year wi' the Gourlays," said he. "Ay, ay; and this, it seems, is the end o't." "Oh, gang away!" cried Gourlay, "gang away, man!" And Peter went away.
"What, then, would you counsel?" "That we make for the keep. It is unused, save in time of war, and the key hangs from my poor lord and master's belt." "There are two keys there." "It is the larger. Once there, we might hold the narrow stair; and at least, as the walls are of a greater thickness, it would be longer ere they could burn them.
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