the last supper painting

What then, my gentle sister?" ¡¡¡¡"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, all flashes away. Twenty-Three.