LILITH A Fantasy Novel By George MacDonald - online book

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IO                                      LILITH
track through the cloud of motes that had just been stirred up, fell upon a tall mirror with a dusty face, old-fashioned and rather narrow—in appearance an ordinary glass. It had an ebony frame, on the top of which stood a black eagle with outstretched wings, in his beak a golden chain, from whose end hung a black ball.
I had been looking at rather than into the mirror, when suddenly I became aware that it reflected neither the chamber nor my own person. I have an impression of having seen the wall melt away, but what followed is enough to account for any uncertainty :—could I have mistaken for a mirror the glass that protected a wonderful picture ?
I saw before me a wild country, broken and heathy. Desolate hills of no great height, but somehow of strange appearance, occupied the middle distance ; along the horizon stretched the tops of a far-off mountain range; nearest me lay a tract of moorland, flat and melan­choly.
Being short-sighted, I stepped closer to examine the texture of a stone in the immediate foreground, and in the act espied, hopping toward me with solemnity, a large and ancient raven, whose purply black was here and there softened with gray. He seemed looking for worms as he came. Nowise astonished at the appear­ance of a live creature in a picture, I took another step forward to see him better, stumbled over something— doubtless the frame of the mirror—and stood nose to beak with the bird : I was in the open air, on a house­less heath!
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