BOOK THE THIRD
3. Chapter III
(continued)
'Father,' said Olinthus, 'thou on whose form the miracle of the Redeemer
worked; thou who wert snatched from the grave to become the living witness
of His mercy and His power; behold! a stranger in our meeting--a new lamb
gathered to the fold!'
'Let me bless him,' said the old man: the throng gave way. Apaecides
approached him as by an instinct: he fell on his knees before him--the old
man laid his hand on the priest's head, and blessed him, but not aloud. As
his lips moved, his eyes were upturned, and tears--those tears that good men
only shed in the hope of happiness to another--flowed fast down his cheeks.
The children were on either side of the convert; his heart was theirs--he
had become as one of them--to enter into the kingdom of Heaven.
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