Listen." Almost breathless he reached the fig-tree.

Arms and legs hung down lifeless, the mouth drawn in, the tongue protruding from the lips.

The body swung to and fro in the evening breeze.

The wretched man had not waited for the Saviour's pardon.
Towards the end of that same day the old man of the East, who came from the desert where great thoughts dwell, the weary old man who called down twice the curse of everlasting unrest on the grandson of Uriah, went to a stonecutter in Jerusalem.

He thought it time to order his tombstone.