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Chapter 40

           Raisinghishandwithagestureofauthorityhesaid—

           "Back,yedevilsoftheseaandwind!—yewhicharenotGod’selementsbutMyservants,theunrepentingsoulsofmen!Lostinthewaves,orwhirledinthehurricane,whicheveryehavemadeyourdestiny,gethenceandceaseyourclamour!ThishourisMine!"

           Panic-strickenIheard—aghastIsawthegreatbillowsthathadshoulderedupinmyriadsagainstthevessel,sinksuddenly—theyellingwinddropped,silenced—theyachtglidedalongwithasmoothevenmotionasthoughonatranquilinlandlake—andalmostbeforeIcouldrealizeit,thelightofthefullmoonbeamedforthbrilliantlyandfellinabroadstreamacrossthefloorofthesaloon.Butintheverycessationofthestormthewords"AveSathanas!"trembledasitwereupwardstomyearsfromtheunderworldofthesea,anddiedawayindistancelikeapartingechoofthunder.ThenLuciofacedme—withwhatacountenanceofsublimeandawfulbeauty!

           "DoyouknowMenow,manwhommymillionsofdrosshavemadewretched?—ordoyouneedmetotellyouWhoIam?"

           Mylipsmoved—butIcouldnotspeak;thedimanddreadfulthoughtthatwasdawningonmymindseemedasyettoofrenzied,toooutsidetheboundariesofmaterialsenseformortalutterance.

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