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But he felt that he, Gottlieb, ought to have known; and if ever he was
allowed to sing his hosannas in the choir again, it would feel like the
face of the blessed Lord himself smiling on him, and His voice saying,
"Suffer this little one to come unto me. I have forgiven him."
He hoped also to see the master-builder again; but nevermore did the
slight, aged form appear in the sunshine of the stained windows, or in
the shadows of the arches he had planned.
And so the still Passion week wore on.
Until once more, the joy-bells pealed out on the blessed Easter morning.
The city was full of festivals. The rich were in their richest holiday
raiment, and few of the poor were so poor as not to have some sign of
festivity in their humble dress and on their frugal tables.
Mother Magdalis was surprised by finding at her bedside a new dress
such as befitted a good burgher's daughter, sent secretly the night
before from Ursula by Hans and Gottlieb, with a pair of enchanting new
crimson shoes for little Lenichen, which all but over-balanced the
little maiden with the new sense of possessing something which must be
a wonder and a delight to all beholders.
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