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Their love, being born of the spirit, held supreme, insulating them, so to speak, from all invading disasters. Philip Skale had made a mistake in the pronunciation of the Name. The results were dreadful and immediate, and from all the surface of the wakening world rose anguished voices. Spinrobin started up, lifting Miriam into his arms.
He surprised his sub-consciousness asking it: "WHAT IS THIS NAME THAT PHILIP SKALE FOREVER SEEKS?" It was no longer mere curiosity that asked it, but that sense of responsibility which in all men of principle and character lies at the root of action and of life. And Spinrobin, for all his little weaknesses, was a man of character and principle.
Skale," he said at length, breaking first the silence, "and sympathetic too, I assure you; only you will forgive me for saying it I am, as yet, still rather in the dark as to where all this is to lead " The clergyman's eyes, fixed straight upon his own, again made it difficult to finish the sentence as he wished.
Together with the form or pattern belonging to them, and the color, there they lie at present in silence and invisibility, just as the universe lay in silence and invisibility before the word of God called it into objective being. But know them and they are mine." "All these weeks so close to me," whispered Spinrobin, too low for Skale to notice. Then the clergyman leaned over towards him.
Philip Skale. He had expected the small, foxy-faced individual of his imagination, and the shock momentarily deprived him of speech. "Mr. Spinrobin, of course? I am Mr. Skale Mr. Philip Skale."
Perhaps it was that distance enabled them to distinguish between the sounds more clearly, or perhaps their beings were still so intimately connected with Skale that some psychic warning traveled up to them across the night; but at any rate there then came about this sharp and sudden change in the quality of the sound-tempest round them that proclaimed the arrival of an exceedingly dramatic moment.
He was taken wholly unawares. "The only thing I fear," Mr. Skale had confided to them, "is that the vibrations of our chord may have already risen to the rooms and cause a premature escape. But, even so, we shall have ample warning. For the deaf, being protected from the coarser sounds of earth, are swift to hear the lightest whispers from Heaven. Mrs. Mawle will know. Mrs.
The clergyman, dreamer and enthusiast though he might be, was as sane as other men, saner than most. "I hope to lead you little by little to what I have in view," Mr. Skale went on, "so that at the end of our trial month you will have learned enough to enable you to form a decision, yet not enough to to use my knowledge should you choose to return to the world."
"Not empty!" he repeated, eager to hear more, yet quaking. He had never forgotten the nightly sounds and steps in his own passage. "The rooms beyond your own," said Skale, with a solemnity that amounted to reverence, "are occupied " "By " gasped the secretary. "Captured Sounds gigantic," was the reply, uttered almost below the breath.
In his normal daily life, of course, he lost sight of this Whole, blinded by the details seen without perspective, mistaking his little personality for all there was of him; but now, as he rose, whirling, soaring, singing in the body of this stupendous music, he understood with a rush of indescribable glory that he was part and parcel of this great chord this particular chord in which Skale, Mrs.
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