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Автор: Richard Marsh
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       Richard Marsh

      A Second Coming: A Tale of Jesus Christ's in Modern London

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      Table of Contents

       I The Tales which were Told

       CHAPTER I THE INTERRUPTED DINNER

       CHAPTER II THE WOMAN AND THE COATS

       CHAPTER III THE WORDS OF THE PREACHER

       CHAPTER IV THE CHILDREN'S MOTHER

       CHAPTER V THE OPERATION

       CHAPTER VI THE BLACKLEG

       CHAPTER VII IN PICCADILLY

       CHAPTER VIII THE ONLY ONE THAT WAS LEFT

       CHAPTER IX THE FIRST DISCIPLE

       CHAPTER X THE DEPUTATION

       CHAPTER XI THE SECOND DISCIPLE

       II The Tumult which Arose

       CHAPTER XII THE CHARCOAL-BURNER

       CHAPTER XIII A TRIUMPHAL ENTRY

       CHAPTER XIV THE WORDS OF THE WISE

       CHAPTER XV THE SUPPLICANT

       CHAPTER XVI IN THE MORNING

       CHAPTER XVII THE MIRACLE OF HEALING

       CHAPTER XVIII THE YOUNG MAN

       III The Passion of the People

       CHAPTER XIX THE HUNT AND THE HOME

       CHAPTER XX THEY THAT WOULD ASK WITH A THREAT

       CHAPTER XXI THE ASKING

       CHAPTER XXII A SEMINARY PRIEST

       CHAPTER XXIII AND THE CHILD

      I

      The Tales which were Told

       Table of Contents

      CHAPTER I

      THE INTERRUPTED DINNER

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      He stood at the corner of the table with his hat and overcoat on, just as he had rushed into the room.

      'Christ has come again!'

      The servants were serving the entrees. Their breeding failed them. They stopped to stare at Chisholm. The guests stared too, those at the end leaning over the board to see him better. He looked like a man newly startled out of dreaming, blinking at the lights and glittering table array. His hat was a little on one side of his head. He was hot and short of breath, as if he had been running. They regarded him as a little bewildered, while he, on his part, looked back at them as if they were the creatures of a dream.

      'Christ has come again!'

      He repeated the words in a curious, tremulous, sobbing voice, which was wholly unlike his own.

      Conversation had languished. Just before his entrance there had been one of those prolonged pauses which, to an ambitious hostess, are as a sound of doom. The dinner bade fair to be a failure. If people will not talk, to offer them to eat is vain. Criticism takes the place of appetite. Amplett looked, for him, bad-tempered. He was leaning back in his chair, smiling wryly at the wineglass which he was twiddling between his fingers. His wife, on the contrary, sat very upright-- with her an ominous sign. She looked straight in front of her, with a tender softness in her glance which only to those who did not know her suggested paradise. Over the whole table there was an air of vague depression, an irresistible tendency to be bored.

      Chisholm's unceremonious entry created a diversion. It filliped the atmosphere. Amplett's bad temper vanished on the instant.

      'Hollo, Hugh! thought you weren't coming. Sit down, man; in your coat and hat if you like, only do sit down!'

      Chisholm eyed him as if not quite certain that it was he who was being spoken to, or who the speaker was. There was that about his bearing which seemed to have a singular effect upon his host. Amplett, leaning farther over the table, called to him in short, sharp tones:

      'Why do you stand and look like that? What's the matter?'

      'Christ has come again!'

      As he repeated the words for the third time, there was in his voice a note of exultation which was in odd dissonance with what was generally believed to be his character. The self-possession for which he was renowned seemed to have wholly deserted him. Something seemed to have shaken his nature to its depths; he who was used to declare that life could offer nothing which was of interest to him.

      People glanced at each other, and at the strange-looking man at the end of the table. Was he mad or drunk? As if in answer to their glances he stretched out his hands a little in front of him, saying:

      'It is true! It is true! Christ has come again! I have come from His presence here to you!'

      Mrs. Amplett's voice rang out sharply:

      'Hugh, what is the matter with