Arminell: A Social Romance, Vol. 2Baring-Gould, S. (Sabine)
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Arminell: A Social Romance, Vol. 2
Baring-Gould, S. (Sabine)
English fiction -- 19th century
As Lord Lamerton looked on, he thought the scene was strangely
picturesque, it was like a meeting of old Scotch Covenanters. To the
north, the sky was full of twilight, but black clouds drove over it,
flying rapidly, though little wind was perceptible below. Against the
silvery light rose the well-wooded hill with spires of pine, and larch,
and spruce, like one of those fantastic prospects of a mediæval city in
Doré’s night pictures. In front was the ruined cottage with the yellow
lantern, suspended from a projecting beam, and in its radiance the form
of the mining captain as wild as the surroundings. Between the looker-on
and the table were the figures of men, boys, and some women, partially
illumined by the pale twilight from above, partially by the yellow halo
of the lantern. Now and then a match was struck, as a man lit his pipe,
and then, there was a flare, and the heads that intervened were
distinctly seen, black against the momentary flash.
Saltren looked from side to side, and waved his arms. As he did so, the
fingers of his right hand came within the direct rays of the lantern,
and were seen quivering and in movement as though he were engaged in
playing a piece of rapid music on an unseen instrument. And in truth, he
was so doing, and doing it unconsciously. From these long, thin,
thrilling fingers, invisible threads attached themselves to the nerves
of those who stood before him, and before he spoke, before he opened his
mouth, a magic, altogether marvellous accord was established between him
and those who surrounded him. It is told of St. Anthony of Padua that he
was once asked to preach to an audience whose tongue he could not speak,
and who understood not a word of Italian. He went up into the pulpit,
looked round, and all in the church went into paroxysms of contrition
and tears, and—he had not said a word. The secret of this power is
intensity of conviction and absolute sincerity. Saltren was convinced
and sincere. The look of his face, the agitation of his limbs, the
convulsive movements of his lips all proclaimed his sincerity.
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