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Chapter 6

           ThenLucifer,fullofwrath,turnedontheMasteroftheSpheres,andflungforthhisrecklessdefiance,cryingaloud—‘WiltthoumakeofthisslightpoorcreatureanAngelevenasI?Idoprotestagainsttheeandcondemn!Lo,ifthoumakestManinOurimageIwilldestroyhimutterly,asunfittosharewithmethesplendoursofThyWisdom—thegloryofThylove!’AndtheVoiceSupremeinaccentsterribleandbeautifulreplied;‘Lucifer,SonoftheMorning,fullwelldostthouknowthatnevercananidleorwastedwordbespokenbeforeMe.ForFree-willisthegiftoftheImmortals;thereforewhatthousayest,thoumustneedsdo!Fall,proudSpiritfromthyhighestate!—thouandthycompanionswiththee!—andreturnnomoretillManhimselfredeemthee!Eachhumansoulthatyieldsuntothytemptingshallbeanewbarriersetbetweentheeandheaven;eachonethatofitsownchoicedothrepelandovercomethee,shalllifttheenearerthylosthome!Whentheworldrejectsthee,Iwillpardonandagainreceivethee—butnottillthen.’"

           "Ineverheardexactlythatversionofthelegendbefore,"—Isaid—"TheideathatManshouldredeemthedevilisquitenewtome."

           "Isit?"andhelookedatmefixedly—"Well—itisoneformofthestory,andbynomeansthemostunpoetical.PoorLucifer!Hispunishmentisofcourseeternal,andthedistancebetweenhimselfandHeavenmustberapidlyincreasingeveryday—forManwillneverassisthimtoretrievehiserror.

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