The Sorry Tale - A Story of the Time of Christ #221962

Upon still another evening she said: Look yel The side that flowed red doth weep fresh drops, e'en unto this day. Yea adayl And this shed of the tides (times) agone but bought of the then, and yet He, smiling, sheddeth ever, yea, ever. The every day seeth the weeped drops. Think ye then that this hand would set those drops gushed, or yet touch them that fell and be dust that they stir in their holy, athout (without) a tremor?