Didactic fiction; Political fiction; Social problems -- Fiction
All this her face seemed to speak swiftly, especially to the young man,
whose attention she had quite distracted, as indeed she had disturbed
every one in the other rooms by her progress through the hall. By the
time she had settled herself, and made a first survey of the scene, the
hymn had come to an end, and the minister's deep voice broke forth in
the words of ancient promise, "I am the Resurrection and the Life"...
At this note of triumph the pretty widow's interruption was forgotten.
Something new stirred in the weary faces of those standing in the hall,
touching each one according to his soul, vibrating in his heart with a
meaning personal to him, to her, quite apart from any feeling that they
might have for their old friend, in the hope for whose immortality it
had been spoken....
"I am the Resurrection and the Life" ... "yet in my flesh shall I see
God"...
The words fell fatefully into the close rooms. The young man who had
given his chair to Mrs. Phillips unconsciously threw back his head and
raised his eyes from the floor, as though he were following some point
of light which had burst into sight above his head. His gaze swept
over his mother's large, inexpressive countenance, his cousin Everett's
sharp features, the solemn, blank faces of the other mourners in the
room. It rested on the face of a young woman, who was seated on the
other side of the little room, almost hidden by the roses and the
lilies that were banked on the table between them. She, too, had
raised her face at the triumphant prophecy, and was seeing something
beyond the walls of the room, beyond the reach of the man's eyes. Her
lips had parted in a little sigh of wonder; her blue eyes were filled
with unwept tears. The young man's attention was arrested by those
eyes and trembling lips, and he forgot the feeling that the minister's
words had roused, in sudden apprehension of the girl's beauty and
tenderness. He had discovered the face in a moment of its finest
illumination, excited by a vague yet pure emotion, so that it became
all at once more than it had ever promised.
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