LILITH A Fantasy Novel By George MacDonald - online book

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60                                     LILITH
treated—taken from my home, abandoned in a strange world, and refused instruction as to where I am to go or what I am to do !'
' You forget,' said the raven, that, when I brought you and you declined my hospitality, you reached what you call home in safety: now you are come of your­self ! Good night.'
He turned and walked slowly away, with his beak toward the ground. I stood dazed. It was true I had come of myself, but had I not come with intent of atonement ? My heart was sore, and in my brain was neither quest nor purpose, hope nor desire. I gazed after the raven, and would have followed him, but felt it useless.
All at once he pounced on a spot, throwing the whole weight of his body on his bill, and for some moments dug vigorously. Then with a flutter of his wings he threw back his head, and something shot from his bill, cast high in the air. That moment the sun set, and the air at once grew very dusk, but the something opened into a soft radiance, and came pulsing toward me like a fire-fly, but with a much larger and a yellower light. It flew over my head. I turned and followed it.
Here I interrupt my narrative to remark that it involves a constant struggle to say what cannot be said with even an approach to precision, the things recorded being, in their nature and in that of the creatures con­cerned in them, so inexpressibly different from any possible events of this economy, that I can present them only by giving, in the forms and language of life in this world, the modes in which they affected me— not the things themselves, but the feelings they woke in me. Even this much, however, I do with a con-
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