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His
heart
trembled
;
his
breath
came
faster
and
a
wild
spirit
passed
over
his
limbs
as
though
he
was
soaring
sunward
.
His
heart
trembled
in
an
ecstasy
of
fear
and
his
soul
was
in
flight
.
His
soul
was
soaring
in
an
air
beyond
the
world
and
the
body
he
knew
was
purified
in
a
breath
and
delivered
of
incertitude
and
made
radiant
and
commingled
with
the
element
of
the
spirit
.
An
ecstasy
of
flight
made
radiant
his
eyes
and
wild
his
breath
and
tremulous
and
wild
and
radiant
his
windswept
limbs
.
--
One
!
Two
!
Look
out
!
--
Oh
,
Cripes
,
I
'm
drownded
!
--
One
!
Two
!
Three
and
away
!
--
The
next
!
The
next
!
--
One
!
UK
!
--
Stephaneforos
!
His
throat
ached
with
a
desire
to
cry
aloud
,
the
cry
of
a
hawk
or
eagle
on
high
,
to
cry
piercingly
of
his
deliverance
to
the
winds
.
This
was
the
call
of
life
to
his
soul
not
the
dull
gross
voice
of
the
world
of
duties
and
despair
,
not
the
inhuman
voice
that
had
called
him
to
the
pale
service
of
the
altar
.
An
instant
of
wild
flight
had
delivered
him
and
the
cry
of
triumph
which
his
lips
withheld
cleft
his
brain
.
--
Stephaneforos
!
