第131章 BOOK THE THIRD：THE TRACK OF A STORM(46)

'Do you think'；the uncomplaining eyes in which there is so much endurance，fill with tears，and the lips part a little more and tremble：'that it will seem long to me，while I wait for her in the better land where I trust both you and I will be mercifully sheltered？'

'It cannot be，my child；there is no Time there，and no trouble there.'

'You comfort me so much！I am so ignorant. Am I to kiss you now？Is the moment come？'

'Yes.'

She kisses his lips；he kisses hers；they solemnly bless each other. The spare hand does not tremble as he releases it；nothing worse than a sweet，bright constancy is in the patient face.She goes next before him—is gone；the knitting-women count Twenty-Two.

'I am the resurrection and the life，saith the Lord：he that believeth in me，though he were dead，yet shall he live：and whosoever liveth and believeth in me，shall never die！'

The murmuring of many voices，the upturning of many faces，the pressing on of many footsteps in the outskirts of the crowd，so that it swells forward in a mass，like one great heave of water，allflashes away. Twenty-Three.

They said of him，about the city that night，that it was the peacefullest man's face ever beheld there. Many added that he looked sublime and prophetic.

One of the most remarkable sufferers by the same axe—a woman—had asked at the foot of the same scaffold，not long before，to be allowed to write down the thoughts that were inspiring her. If he had given any utterance to his，and they were prophetic，they would have been these：

'I see Barsad，and Cly，Defarge，The Vengeance，the Jurymen，the Judge，long ranks of the new oppressors who have risen on the destruction of the old，perishing by this retributive instrument，before it shall cease out of its present use. I see a beautiful city and a brilliant people rising from this abyss，and，in their struggles to be truly free，in their triumphs and defeats，through long，long years to come，I see the evil of this time and of the previous time of which this is the natural birth，gradually making expiation for itself and wearing out.'

'I see the lives for which I lay down my life，peaceful，useful，prosperous and happy，in that England which I shall see no more. I see Her with a child upon her bosom，who bears my name.I see her father，aged and bent，but otherwise restored，and faithful to all men in his healing office，and at peace；I see the good old man，so long their friend，in ten years'time enriching them with all he has，and passing tranquilly to his reward.'

'I see that I hold a sanctuary in their hearts，and in the heartsof their descendants，generations hence. I see her，an old woman，weeping for me on the anniversary of this day.I see her and her husband，their course done，lying side by side in their last earthly bed，and I know that each was not more honoured and held sacred in the other's soul，than I was in the souls of both.'

'I see that child who lay upon her bosom and who bore my name，a man winning his way up in that path of life which once was mine. I see him winning it so well，that my name is made illustrious there by the light of his.I see the blots I threw upon it，faded away.I see him，foremost of just judges and honoured men，bringing a boy of my name，with a forehead that I know and golden hair，to this place—then fair to look upon，with not a trace of this day's disfigurement—and I hear him tell the child my story，with a tender and a faltering voice.'

'It is a far，far better thing that I do，than I have ever done；it is a far，far better rest that I go to，than I have ever known.'

The End