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cruel nails where Christ's had been. The saints stood by unharmed and He still gazed where He, Himself, had hung in agony.
The cries of dying men rent the air, the living clung together on their knees, my mate and I were kneeling side by side. He threw his arms about me, trembling.
"It is mankind!" he cried—and he pointed to the naked figure on the cross—"Mankind! Mankind is crucified!"
