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slowly repeating her words as if trying to
understand their meaning.
“Josephine, I have been in hell!” said
he, staggering into the church.
* *
The Curé and the Doctor sat silent on the
bench in the sacristy. The priest’s head was
bent, and his eyes were fixed on the floor
where the nuns had reverently deposited the
broken limbs of the crucifix.
“They have killed your Christ,” said the
Doctor bitterly. “Is God also dead?”
“How dare you speak thus,” said the
Curé, lifting his head with shining eyes.
“Yes, Christ was put to death by the evil in
man, and His side was pierced by the soldier’s
lance; but He has risen again to save the
world. God lives forever: His life has no
beginning and no ending. He is Eternity.
He is Life Itself. You and I will die, maybe
to-day, maybe to-morrow; but Life cannot
die—God cannot die. He is watching over
us as long as we live, and when we are dead
He is watching over us still. He is with us
now; it was He who stayed your hand . . .”
The other shuddered from head to foot.
“How did you know?” said he, wiping
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