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Heaven
opened
then
,
indeed
.
The
flash
was
almost
too
novel
for
its
inexpressibly
dangerous
nature
to
be
at
once
realized
,
and
they
could
only
comprehend
the
magnificence
of
its
beauty
.
It
sprang
from
east
,
west
,
north
,
south
,
and
was
a
perfect
dance
of
death
.
The
forms
of
skeletons
appeared
in
the
air
,
shaped
with
blue
fire
for
bones
—
dancing
,
leaping
,
striding
,
racing
around
,
and
mingling
altogether
in
unparalleled
confusion
.
With
these
were
intertwined
undulating
snakes
of
green
,
and
behind
these
was
a
broad
mass
of
lesser
light
.
Simultaneously
came
from
every
part
of
the
tumbling
sky
what
may
be
called
a
shout
;
since
,
though
no
shout
ever
came
near
it
,
it
was
more
of
the
nature
of
a
shout
than
of
anything
else
earthly
.
In
the
meantime
one
of
the
grisly
forms
had
alighted
upon
the
point
of
Gabriel
’
s
rod
,
to
run
invisibly
down
it
,
down
the
chain
,
and
into
the
earth
.
Gabriel
was
almost
blinded
,
and
he
could
feel
Bathsheba
’
s
warm
arm
tremble
in
his
hand
—
a
sensation
novel
and
thrilling
enough
;
but
love
,
life
,
everything
human
,
seemed
small
and
trifling
in
such
close
juxtaposition
with
an
infuriated
universe
.
Oak
had
hardly
time
to
gather
up
these
impressions
into
a
thought
,
and
to
see
how
strangely
the
red
feather
of
her
hat
shone
in
this
light
,
when
the
tall
tree
on
the
hill
before
mentioned
seemed
on
fire
to
a
white
heat
,
and
a
new
one
among
these
terrible
voices
mingled
with
the
last
crash
of
those
preceding
.
It
was
a
stupefying
blast
,
harsh
and
pitiless
,
and
it
fell
upon
their
ears
in
a
dead
,
flat
blow
,
without
that
reverberation
which
lends
the
tones
of
a
drum
to
more
distant
thunder
.
By
the
lustre
reflected
from
every
part
of
the
earth
and
from
the
wide
domical
scoop
above
it
,
he
saw
that
the
tree
was
sliced
down
the
whole
length
of
its
tall
,
straight
stem
,
a
huge
riband
of
bark
being
apparently
flung
off
.
The
other
portion
remained
erect
,
and
revealed
the
bared
surface
as
a
strip
of
white
down
the
front
.
The
lightning
had
struck
the
tree
.
A
sulphurous
smell
filled
the
air
;
then
all
was
silent
,
and
black
as
a
cave
in
Hinnom
.
"
We
had
a
narrow
escape
!
"
said
Gabriel
,
hurriedly
.
"
You
had
better
go
down
.
"
Bathsheba
said
nothing
;
but
he
could
distinctly
hear
her
rhythmical
pants
,
and
the
recurrent
rustle
of
the
sheaf
beside
her
in
response
to
her
frightened
pulsations
.
She
descended
the
ladder
,
and
,
on
second
thoughts
,
he
followed
her
.
The
darkness
was
now
impenetrable
by
the
sharpest
vision
.
They
both
stood
still
at
the
bottom
,
side
by
side
.
Bathsheba
appeared
to
think
only
of
the
weather
—
Oak
thought
only
of
her
just
then
.
At
last
he
said
—
"
The
storm
seems
to
have
passed
now
,
at
any
rate
.
"
"
I
think
so
too
,
"
said
Bathsheba
.
"
Though
there
are
multitudes
of
gleams
,
look
!
"
The
sky
was
now
filled
with
an
incessant
light
,
frequent
repetition
melting
into
complete
continuity
,
as
an
unbroken
sound
results
from
the
successive
strokes
on
a
gong
.
"
Nothing
serious
,
"
said
he
.
"
I
cannot
understand
no
rain
falling
.
But
Heaven
be
praised
,
it
is
all
the
better
for
us
.
I
am
now
going
up
again
.
"
