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LILITH |
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around a lofty tower—or was it a rock ?—that stood above the city, nearer the crest of the mountain. Gray, and dark gray, and purple, they writhed in confused, con-trariant motions, and tossed up a vaporous foam, while spots in them gyrated like whirlpools. At length issued a dazzling flash, which seemed for a moment to play about the Little Ones in front of us. Blinding darkness followed, but through it we heard their voices, low with delight.
' Did you see ? '
' I saw.'
I What did you see ? '
' The beautifullest man.' '1 heard him speak !'
'I didn't: what did he say ?'
Here answered the smallest and most childish of the voices—that of Luva :—
' He said, " 'Ou's all mine's, 'ickle ones: come along! " '
I had seen the lightning, but heard no words; Lona saw and heard with the children. A second flash came, and my eyes, though not my ears, were opened. The great quivering light was compact of angel-faces. They lamped themselves visible, and vanished.
A third flash came; its substance and radiance were human.
' I see my mother ! ' I cried.
'I see lots o' mothers ! ' said Luva.
Once more the cloud flashed—all kinds of creatures —horses and elephants, lions and dogs—oh, such beasts ! And such birds!—great birds whose wings gleamed singly every colour gathered in sunset or rainbow ! little birds whose feathers sparkled as with all the precious |
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