Is such trust thrown away?
Can the Divine Man cast aside such a trust?
No, it is not so, it is not so!" His fate was decided by this shattering of his last hope.

When it was dark he slunk past a farm.

Ropes hung over the walls; he pulled one off and hurried to the mountain.

The sun was setting behind Jerusalem, over the heights, like a huge, red, lustreless pane of glass.

Once more for the last time his eye sought the light, the departing light.
And a cross stood out large and dark against the red circle; the tall cross at Golgotha right in the centre of the gloomy sun.