“Shall we spread out thine arms, dear brother?”
“Now God forbid! Am I worthy of that?”
He lay silent, but with his eyes raised in ecstasy.
Presently he spoke half to them, half to himself, “Oh,” he said, with a subdued but concentrated rapture, “I feel it buoyant. It lifts me floating in the sky whence my merits had sunk me like lead.”
Day broke; and displayed his face cast upward in silent rapture, and his hands together; like Margaret's.
And just about the hour she died he spoke his last word in this world.
“Jesu!”
And even with that word—he fell asleep.
They laid him out for his last resting-place.
Under his linen they found a horse-hair shirt.