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Chapter 41

           towerslurchedover,brokeandplungedintothesea—hugemountainsoficesplituplikefineglass,yawningasunderwithagreenglareinthemoonlightasthe‘Flame’propelled,soitseemed,bythedemon-wingsofherterrificcrew,cutthroughthefrozenpassagewiththesharpnessofaswordandtheswiftnessofanarrow!Whitherwerewebound?Idarednotthink—Ideemedmyselfdead.TheworldIsawwasnottheworldIknew—IbelievedIwasinsomespirit-landbeyondthegrave,whosesecretsIshouldpresentlyrealizeperchancetoowell!On—onwewent—IkeepingmystrainedsightfixedforthemostpartonthesupremeShapethatalwaysconfrontedme—thatAngel-Foewhoseeyeswerewildwithaneternityofsorrows!FacetofacewithsuchanImmortalDespair,Istoodconfoundedandslainforeverinmyownregard—aworthlessatom,meritingnaughtbutannihilation.Thewailingcriesandgroanshadceased—andwespedoninanawfulsilence—whilecountlesstragedies—unnameablehistories—wereurgeduponmeinthedumbeloquenceofthedrearyfacesroundme,andtheexpressiveteachingoftheirterrificeyes!

           Soonthebarriersoficewerepassed—andthe‘Flame’floatedoutbeyondthemintoawarminlandsea,calmasalake,andbrightassilverinthebroadradianceofthemoon.Oneithersidewereundulatingshores,richwithloftyandluxuriantverdure—Isawthedistanthazyoutlineofduskypurplehills—Iheardthelittlewavesplashingagainsthiddenrocks,andmurmuringuponthesand.

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