Dawn of All eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 328 pages of information about Dawn of All.

Dawn of All eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 328 pages of information about Dawn of All.

Ah! there was the first miracle! . . .  A cry behind him, an eddy in the circle of the sick and the waiting attendants, a figure with shrouding linen fallen from breast and outstretched arms, and then a roar, mighty beyond reckoning, as the whole amphitheatre swayed and cried out in exultation.  He saw as in a vision the rush of doctors to the place, and the gesticulating figures that held back the crowd behind the barrier.  Then a great moan of relief; and a profound silence as the miracule kneeled again beside the litter which had borne him.  Then again the canopy moved on; and the passionate voice cried, followed in an instant by the roar of response: 

Hosanna to the son of David.

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It was half-way round, at the foot of the church steps, that the German girl was laid; and as the prelates drew near Monsignor looked rapidly to this side and that to identify her.

Ah! there she lay, still with closed patient eyes and colourless face, in the outer circle facing inwards towards the pulpit.  A doctor knelt on either side of her—­one of them the young man who had announced her coming into the hall this morning, with a rosary between his fingers.  It was known to the crowd generally, Monsignor had learnt, that her case was exceptional; but it had been kept from them as to where she would lie, for fear that the excitement might be too much concentrated.

He looked at her again, intently and carefully—­at that waxen, fallen face, her helpless hands clasped across her breast with a string of beads interwoven within them; and even as he looked distrust once more surged within him, It was impossible, he told himself—­in spite of what he had seen that day in spite of that score of leaping figures and the infectious roar that more than twenty times in that short journey had set his pulses a-beat. . . .  He passed her, quickening his steps a little; then faced about and watched.

Slowly came the canopy.  Its four bearers sweated visibly with the effort; and the face of the bishop who bore the monstrance was pale and streaked with moisture from the countless movements he had made.  Behind him came row after row of downcast faces, men and women of every Religious Order on earth, and the tapers seen in perspective appeared as four almost continuous waving lines of soft light.

There had been a longer pause than usual since the last exulting cry of a sick man healed; and the silence between the cries from the pulpit grew continually more acute.  And yet nothing happened.

The bishop was signing now outwards over a man who lay next the German, with his face altogether hidden in a white and loathsomely suggestive mask; but there was no stir in answer.  The bishop turned inwards and signed over a woman, and again there was no movement.

“Thou art the Resurrection and the Life,” cried the voice from the pulpit.

Thou art the Resurrection and the Life,” answered the amphitheatre, as the bishop turned again outwards.

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