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Before all the world, always, come what will!" The Seraph's voice rang clear as the ring of silver. Another moment, and the door had closed. Cecil went slowly out beside his accuser, not blaming the Jew in anything. Once out in the air, the Hebrew laid his hand on his arm.
The white wings of the warden-angels, who stood on its watch-towers, were slowly folded together, and back rolled the massive gates from the walls of jasper; and with the great "Godlight" streaming outward, and amid the sound of archangel's harp and seraph's lyre, the ministering angels came forth.
The trout leaped into the air with a flourish of silvery tail; then fell floundering on The Seraph's bare knees. Our junior, seized with one of his unaccountable impulses, grasped him by the middle and hurled him into the stream. A second more and the trout was gone, leaving only a thin line of red to mark his passing.
"Yes," broke in The Seraph eagerly, "but she's comin' back some day to make a weally home for us!" "Shut up!" said Angel gruffly, poking him with his elbow. "The Seraph's very little," I explained apologetically, "he doesn't understand." The old gentleman put his hand in the pocket of his dressing-gown. "Bantling," he said with his droll smile, "do you like peppermint bull's-eyes?"
'The house was filled with smoke' which, since it was an effect of the seraph's praise, is best explained as referring to the fragrant smoke of incense which, as we know, symbolised 'the prayers of saints. II. The effect of the vision on the prophet. The vision kindled as with a flash Isaiah's consciousness of sin.
"The other gentlemen are all down, sir, and you will be too late." "Not a bit. They must wait for me," yawned Bertie. Crash came the Seraph's thunder on the panels of the door, and a strong volume of Turkish through the keyhole: "Beauty, Beauty, are you dead?" "Now, what an inconsequent question!" expostulated Cecil, with appealing rebuke. "If a fellow were dead, how the devil could he say he was?
The Seraph began to whimper. "This air stwikes cold on my legs," he murmured. I sat down beside him on the curb, and we snuggled together for warmth. "Never mind, old sport," I whispered cheerily. "Just think of the goodies Mary Ellen's making for us! Pretty soon we'll be home." While I strove to revive The Seraph's flagging spirits, Angel had strolled along the street to watch the little girls.
Of course my real name is David, but I forgot for the moment." "Pet names are a nuisance sometimes," said the young man, smiling, "I had one once. It was John Peel. But no one calls me that now." "I will tak' dem home now," interrupted Tony. "Come," taking The Seraph's hand, "dere will be no more running da street for you little boys!"
"You've got to seek it out for yourselves. It's a pity, though, you can't see it first in the country." "Must we get up in the dark?" "Yes. I think your tallest attic window faces the east. You must steal up there while it's still grey daylight. Have the windows open so that you can hear and smell, as well as see it. But I'm afraid the dear Seraph's too little."
Still Cecil stood silent; there was a strange, set, repressed anguish on his face that made it chill as stone; there was an unnatural calm upon him; yet he lifted his head with a gesture haughty for the moment as any action that his defender could have wished. "I am not guilty," he said simply. The Seraph's hands were on his own in a close, eager grasp almost ere the words were spoken.
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