'The people are fighting with the police as if they have gone mad.'
'They seek Me,' said the Stranger.
The lame man looked at him anxiously.
'You!'
'Even Me. Fear not. All will be well.'
'Who are these persons?' inquired the Archbishop.
'They are of those that know Me.'
'Ay,' said the charcoal-burner, 'I know You--know You very well, I do. So did my old woman; she knowed You, too. I be that glad to have seen You. It's done me real good, that it have.'
'You have been with me so long; then this little while, and soon for ever.'
'Ay, very soon.'