ACROSS THE GULF
spite of all my efforts, this persisted even to the supreme moment of my assumption of her godhead. And then? Oh but the Veil glittered as never yet; yea more! it shot out sparks of scintillant fire, silvery rose, a shower of flame and of perfume. Then was I exceedingly amazed because of this, and made a Vigil before her all the night, seeking a Word. And that word came not. Now of what further befell I will write anon.
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