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man holding the donkey’s lead rope. The man stepped forward to speak, but the keeper burst forth, “1 am indeed sorry, but there is no room in the inn. Not long ago the last room was taken and tne courtyard is overflowing.” A sigh escaped the lips of the young woman as she stirred on the donkey. The man edged closer to the door and spoke in a gentle tone with a hint of pleading, “We have traveled from Nazareth, for the taxing. We could find no place in town to put us up. All of the other inns are full. I thought perhaps . The keeper shook his head, “I am sorry. There is nothing I can do. If you had just come sooner in the afternoon. Yet the man persisted, “Sir, have you no sort of shelter? My wife is with child and her time is near. The chilly night air will certainly be harmful. She is very tired.”
“Oh, why didn't you say at once? Let me think-.” He glanced sharply at the couple. Yes. He did have a room. “It is only a stable on the mountainside but you will be warm and protected from the night. Follow me.
With grateful murmurs, the man followed the keeper’s beckon, leading the donkey along a narrow path behind the inn. They entered the stable and the keeper pointed to an empty stall. “There!” Hinning forward, the young woman slid off the donkey. A warm glow of light radiated from the stable. Helping his wife dismount, the man turned his head to thank the keeper. But the keeper, overcome with an unexplainable emotion, hurried out, not hearing.
lie could not define his new feeling'. Was it a joy that bubbled in his heart? Joy for this? Just for finding a place of rest for some ordinary man and his wife? Just some ordinary.couple returned to
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