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"You always speak," said Arctura, "as if there were only the things
Jesus Christ came for to be cared about:--is there nothing but
salvation worthy a human being's regard?"
"If you give a true and large enough meaning to the word salvation,
I answer you at once, Nothing. Only in proportion as a man is saved,
will he do the work of the world aright--the whole design of which
is to rear a beautiful blessed family. The world is God's nursery
for his upper rooms. Oneness with God is the end of the order of
things. When that is attained, we shall do greater things than the
Lord himself did on the earth!--But was not that ?olus?--Listen!"
There came a low prolonged wail.
The ladder was in readiness; Donal set it up in haste, climbed to
the cleft, and with a sheet of brown paper in his hands, waited the
next cry of the prisoned chords. He was beginning to get tired of
his position, when suddenly came a stronger puff, and he heard the
music distinctly in the shaft beside him. It swelled and grew. He
spread the sheet of paper over the opening, the wind blew it flat
against the chimney, and the sound instantly ceased. He removed it,
and again came the sound. The wind continued, and grew stronger, so
that they were able to make the simple experiment until no shadow of
a doubt was left: they had discovered the source of the music! By
certain dispositions of the paper they were even able to modify it.
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