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           Elmoortheflamesthatcamedownontheapostles’headsatPentecost.Itwasamonstrousconstellationofunnaturallight,likeagluttedswarmofcorpse-fedfirefliesdancinghellishsarabandsoveranaccursedmarsh;anditscolourwasthatsamenamelessintrusionwhichAmmihadcometorecogniseanddread.Allthewhiletheshaftofphosphorescencefromthewellwasgettingbrighterandbrighter,bringingtothemindsofthehuddledmenasenseofdoomandabnormalitywhichfaroutracedanyimagetheirconsciousmindscouldform.Itwasnolongershiningout,itwaspouringout;andastheshapelessstreamofunplaceablecolourleftthewellitseemedtoflowdirectlyintothesky.

           Theveterinaryshivered,andwalkedtothefrontdoortodroptheheavyextrabaracrossit.Ammishooknoless,andhadtotugandpointforlackofacontrollablevoicewhenhewishedtodrawnoticetothegrowingluminosityofthetrees.Theneighingandstampingofthehorseshadbecomeutterlyfrightful,butnotasoulofthatgroupintheoldhousewouldhaveventuredforthforanyearthlyreward.Withthemomentstheshiningofthetreesincreased,whiletheirrestlessbranchesseemedtostrainmoreandmoretowardverticality.Thewoodofthewell-sweepwasshiningnow,andpresentlyapolicemandumblypointedtosomewoodenshedsandbee-hivesnearthestonewallonthewest.Theywerecommencingtoshine,too,thoughthetetheredvehiclesofthevisitorsseemedsofarunaffected.