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Chapter 13

           "Oh,why?"andRimânezlookedaboutwithquiteacheerfulair—"Afinalglimpseoftheplanetereweascendordescendtoourfuturehomeselsewhere,wouldbesomethingtoremember!Madame"—hereheaddressedLadyElton;"areyoufondofmusic?"

           Theinvalidsmiledgratefully,andbentherheadinacquiescence.MissChesneyhadjustenteredtheroomandheardthequestion.

           "Doyouplay?"sheexclaimedvivaciously,touchinghimonthearmwithherfan.

           Hebowed."Ido.Inanerraticsortoffashion.Ialsosing.Musichasalwaysbeenoneofmypassions.WhenIwasveryyoung—agesago—IusedtoimagineIcouldheartheangelIsrafelchantinghisstrophesamidthegoldenglowofheavenlyglory—himselfwhite-wingedandwonderful,withavoiceout-ringingbeyondthevergeofparadise!"

           Ashespoke,asuddensilencefelluponusall.Somethinginhisaccenttouchedmyhearttoastrangesenseofsorrowandyearning,andtheCountessofElton’sdarkeyes,languidwithlongsuffering,grewsoftasthoughwithrepressedtears.

           "Sometimes,"hecontinuedmorelightly—"justatoddmoments—IliketobelieveinParadise.Itisarelief,eventoahardenedsinnerlikemyself,tofancythattheremayexistsomethinginthewayofaworldbetterthanthisone."

           "Surelysir,"saidMissCharlotteFitzroyseverely—"youbelieveinHeaven?"

           Helookedatherandsmiledslightly.

           "Madame,forgiveme!Idonotbelieveintheclericalheaven.

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