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Spinrobin, his heart bursting as with flames, had cried aloud, "You have called me by my name and I am free!... You have named me truly and I am redeemed!..." And all manner of speech, semi-inspirational, was about to follow, when Mr. Skale suddenly moved to one side and raised his arm. He pointed to the mirror.
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 with decision, "there is no question at all of physical personal injury. You must trust me and have a little patience." His tone and manner were exceedingly grave, yet at the same time inspired confidence. "I do," said Spinrobin honestly. Another pause fell between them, longer than the rest; it was broken by the clergyman.
As he gazed she repeated his name, leisurely, quietly, and even more softly than before: "Mr. Spinrobin." But this time, as their eyes met and the syllables issued from her lips, he noticed that a singular after-sound an exceedingly soft yet vibrant overtone accompanied it.
To hear it suddenly called aloud in the night in a room full of people, in the street unexpectedly is to know a shock, however small, of increased vitality. It touches the imagination. It calls upon the soul built up around it." He paused a moment. His voice boomed musically about the room, even after he ceased speaking. Bewildered, wondering, delighted, Spinrobin drank in every word.
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."
"There, before you, lies a true and perfect chord made visible," the clergyman said in tones thrilling with satisfaction, " three notes in harmony with the fundamental sound, myself, and with each other. My dear fellow, I congratulate you, I congratulate you." "Thank you very much, indeed," murmured Spinrobin.
And, in some fashion that musical people will understand, its gentler notes caught up the sound that Spinrobin was uttering in his mind, and took possession of it. They merged.
With his bare head and shaggy flying hair, his big eyes and bold aquiline nose, he presented an impressive figure. Spinrobin watched him with growing amazement, aware that an enthusiasm scarcely warranted by the wind and scenery had passed into his manner. In his own person, too, he thought he experienced a birth of something similar a little wild rush of delight he was unable to account for.
"E flat!" gasped Spinrobin, not sure whether he was pleased or disappointed. "That's your sound, yes. You're E flat just as I thought, just as I hoped. You fit in exactly. It seems too good to be true!" His voice began to boom again, as it always did when he was moved. He was striding about, very alert, very masterful, pushing the furniture out of his way, his eyes more luminous than ever.
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