LILITH A Fantasy Novel By George MacDonald - online book

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THE WAKING                            333
' And I neither to feel nor hear them !' I murmured.
'How could you—far away in your dreary old house ! You thought the dreadful place had you once more ! Now go and find them.—Your parents, my child,' he added, turning to Lona, ' must come and find you!
The hour of our departure was at hand. Lona went to the couch of the mother who had slain her, and kissed her tenderly—then laid herself in her father's arms.
' That kiss will draw her homeward, my Lona! ' said Adam.
' Who were her parents ? ' asked Lona.
' My father,' answered Adam, ' is her father also.'
She turned and laid her hand in mine.
I kneeled and humbly thanked the three for helping me to die. Lona knelt beside me, and they all breathed upon us.
' Hark ! I hear the sun,' said Adam.
I listened: he was coming with the rush as of a thousand times ten thousand far-off wings, with the roar of a molten and flaming world millions upon millions of miles away. His approach was a crescendo chord of a hundred harmonies.
The three looked at each other and smiled, and that smile went floating heavenward a three-petaled flower, the family's morning thanksgiving. From their mouths and their faces it spread over their bodies and shone through their garments. Ere I could say, ' Lo, they change ! ' Adam and Eve stood before me the angels of the resurrection, and Mara was the Magdalene with them at the sepulchre. The countenance of Adam was like lightning, and Eve held a napkin that flung flakes of splendour about the place.
A wind began to moan in pulsing gusts.
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