'Among those whom you healed this morning, how many were there who, as you call it, love God? Yet you healed them.
'Though I heal your bodies, your souls I cannot heal. As I said to them, I say to you: Go in peace, and sin no more.'
They went out guiltily, as men whose consciences troubled them. It was told up and down the street that He was there. So that when He came out a crowd was gathered at the door. Some of those who had petitioned Him had proclaimed that He had refused their requests; for so they had interpreted His words. When He appeared one cried in the crowd:
'Why didn't you heal them, like you did the others?'
And another:
'It seems easy enough, considering that you've only got to say a word.'
A third:
'Shame! Only a word, and he wouldn't say it.'
As if under the inspiration of some malign influence, the crowd, showing sudden temper, pressed upon Him. Someone shook his fist in His face, mocking Him:
'Go on! Go on back where you come from! We don't want you here!'