CHAPTER XII.
IT was winter and a little group of disciples clustered round a fire of wood. These were wondrous times, when none who believed sought rest, or, if compelled to, allowed themselves but little sleep.
Believing Jerusalem was convulsed, disbelieving Jerusalem triumphant, that the expected miracle—the raising of Lazarus—had not taken place. During the absence of the Lord the disciples themselves were debating it with wonder. One gave as a reason that "He feared the publicity," another that He durst not do this miracle on account of His friendship with Mary and Martha.
"If they have not believed hitherto, will they believe because He raise up Lazarus?" asked Peter.
"Nevertheless, for very love, methinks He will yet do it."
"What said He unto thee when thou didst give Him the message of Simon the Leper?"
"He said, 'Let us go unto Judæa again.' "
"And I," said John, "brought to His remembrance that the Jews sought to stone Him, and 't were not wise to go thither again."
"And what answered the Lord?" inquired another.
"He answered, 'Are there not twelve hours in the
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