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Updated: July 4, 2025
The voice paused. Avery was listening with bated breath for more. But it did not come at once. Only the Veil began to lift, so that she saw the Opening Gates and the Glory behind them. Then, and not till then, the dream-voice spoke again. "Surely surely He hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows.... And the Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all."
He also wore a cap surmounted by a coral ball, and this he placed upon one of the black cushions set before a golden stool. Then, resting heavily upon his stick, he began to speak in French! As on listens to a dream-voice, I listened to that, alternately gutteral and sibilant, of the terrible Chinese doctor. He was defending himself!
"How could I know," she asked, and now her eyes were wide open, gazing out into nothingness, not turned yet in the direction whence that dream-voice came: "how could I know that my hatred made you suffer or that you cared for comfort from me?" "How could you know, Crystal?" the voice replied.
When she spoke, her voice was low, keyed as the dream-voice from the dark. "Where did the spray of flowers you gave me come from?" "Sprig I'd stuck in my hat band." "Was that all? Didn't you mean to tell me more?" "It's a pearl everlasting blossom," answered Wayland. She waited. He heard the slow ticking of his own watch.
I fancied it was but a dream-voice for was I not deaf? and that instead of a pursuing, the voice of an enticing spectre was now sounding in my ear. But again the crying of a child penetrated to me from the room where my wife usually slept. What could it be? I walked thither, and lo! I could hear the soft pattering of my own footsteps.
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