--O, I did! I did! he cried. "Dear little Miles, dear little Miles--!" My face was close to his, and he let me kiss him, simply taking it with indulgent good humor. --I mean, Cranly said, hardening in his speech, did the idea ever occur to you that he was himself a conscious hypocrite, what he called the jews of his time, a whited sepulchre? Or, to put it more plainly, that he was a blackguard? --That idea never occurred to me, Stephen answered. Was it not Addison, the great English writer, who, when on his deathbed, sent for the wicked young earl of Warwick to let him see how a christian can meet his end? He it is and he alone, the pious and believing christian, who can say in his heart: O grave, where is thy victory? O death, where is thy sting? Every word of it was for him.
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