ection>Richard Marsh
A Second Coming: A Tale of Jesus Christ's in Modern London
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2018 OK Publishing
ISBN 978-80-272-4865-0
Table of Contents
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 VIII THE ONLY ONE THAT WAS LEFT
CHAPTER XI THE SECOND DISCIPLE
CHAPTER XII THE CHARCOAL-BURNER
CHAPTER XIII A TRIUMPHAL ENTRY
CHAPTER XIV THE WORDS OF THE WISE
CHAPTER XVII THE MIRACLE OF HEALING
CHAPTER XIX THE HUNT AND THE HOME
CHAPTER XX THEY THAT WOULD ASK WITH A THREAT
CHAPTER XXII A SEMINARY PRIEST
I
The Tales which were Told
CHAPTER I
THE INTERRUPTED DINNER
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
