Annie F. Johnston, Joel: A Boy of Galilee
“ Joel threw himself full length on the grass, and scowled up at the sky. [12] "Where is that boy that hurt you," asked Jesse."Rehum?" questioned Joel. "I wish I knew," he muttered fiercely. "Oh, how I hate him! I can never be a priest as my father intended. I can never serve in the beautiful temple with the white pillars and golden gates. I can never be like other people, but must drag along, deformed and full of pain as long as I live. And it's all his fault!"A sudden gleam lit up the boy's eyes, as lightning darts through a storm-cloud."But I shall have my revenge!" ”
