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“Yesu Kristo wa Nazarethi ni mtu mashuhuri zaidi kuliko wote kuwahi kukanyaga ardhi ya dunia hii. Alikufa majira ya saa 9 kamili za mchana, siku ya Jumatano, katika kipindi cha demani cha AD 31. Saa chache baadaye, jua lilipokuwa likizama, alilazwa katika kaburi jipya la Yusufu wa Arimathaya. Katika siku ya kawaida ya Sabato, Jumamosi, siku tatu kamili baada ya mazishi yake, Mungu Baba alimfufua Mtoto Wake kwa ajili ya uzima wa milele.”

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“Yes, it was a "beautiful" sermon, tugging the emotions and conjuring up pictures of greatness and peace. But were they talking about the decent peppery ordinary old man he knew, or had the subject strayed to the story of some saint of the past? Or were there perhaps two men being buried under the same name? One perhaps had shown himself to Ross, while the other had been reserved for the view of men like William-Alfred. Ross tried to remember Charles before he was ill, Charles with his love of cockfighting and his hearty appetite, with his perpetual flatulence and passion for gin, with his occasional generosities and meannesses and faults and virtues, like most men. There was some mistake somewhere. Oh well, this was a special occasion...But Charles himself would surely have been amused. Or would he have shed a tear with the rest for the manner of man who had passed away?”

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