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It was like a huge and wondrous brasier; the walls streamed with live flakes of light; you seemed to be entering into the blinding glory of Paradise itself; whilst on all sides the innumerable banners spread out their silk, their satin, and their velvet, embroidered with sanguifluous sacred hearts, victorious saints, and Virgins whose kindly smiles engendered miracles.

The following account may be read in the "History of the Miracles of the Patron Saint of Alca" by the Abbe Plantain: "The ancient shrine had been melted down during the Terror and the precious relics of the saint thrown into a fire that had been lit on the Place de Greve; but a poor woman of great piety, named Rouquin, went by night at the peril of her life to gather up the calcined bones and the ashes of the blessed saint.

"You see it's only gray." "I don't see," said Eliza, still flushing furiously. "You would if I continued to let it grow." "Hm-m! I think, myself, it's a sort of bluish gray," said Dan. "You are still working miracles," Natalie told O'Neil, an hour later, while he was showing his visitors the few sights of Omar "miracles of kindness, as usual."

He told them to fill with water the six large water-pots of stone that stood near, and they filled them to the brim. "Draw out now, and bear to the governor of the feast," He said, and it was served at the table, and the master of the feast called to the bridegroom, "Thou hast saved the good wine until now." This was the beginning of miracles.

This labour is for those who are in the Church, and for those who wish to be in the Church, and their name is legion, they are infinite in number; for those who really believe in the dogmas, and would gladly believe in more dogmas; I who really believe in the miracles, and are glad to believe in more miracles, but who do not really believe in the Beatitudes, who say to Christ, 'Lord, Lord! but who think it would be too hard to do all.

She passed a hand across her eyes, and very suddenly she shivered and seemed to awake. "Oh, is it quite hopeless?" she asked him piteously. "Are you sure?" "It is quite hopeless," he said. "She can never be herself again not even by a miracle?" "Such miracles don't happen," said Max, with grim decision. "It is much the same as a person going blind.

The pilgrims and "workers of miracles" who wander through Russia can always find, not only free lodging, but also opportunity for making their fortunes. Their gains mount, often, to incredible figures, and the faith and piety that they diffuse have both good and bad aspects.

And this despairing, denying priest, who had dived to the bottom of nothingness, retained such a lofty and grave demeanour, perfumed by such pure kindness, that in his parish of Neuilly he had acquired the reputation of being a young saint, one beloved by Providence, whose prayers wrought miracles.

It was on the morning of the fifth day while the three were studying a map Webb had produced that Kelgarries, followed at his own weighty pace by Millaird, burst in upon them. "We have it! This time we have the luck! The Reds slipped. Oh, how they slipped!" Webb watched the major, a thin little smile pulling at his pursed mouth. "Miracles sometimes do happen," he remarked.

They talked together for a long time, and Pierre related under what circumstances he had reached Lourdes that morning with M. de Guersaint and his daughter, all three forming part of the national pilgrimage. Then all at once he gave a start of astonishment and exclaimed: "What! doctor, so you now believe that miracles are possible?